chapter 638 Don't worry, you still have Senior Jonathan Ye.

Crash! As the black fog coiled around, forming dense clouds that sealed all exits of the auditorium, several students from Methodist 3 Middle School who tried to escape collapsed in fear, not daring to touch the menacing black mist. The recent memory of the speaker corroding upon contact with the black smoke was fresh in everyone's minds—no one wanted to risk a similar fate. "Ah!" Anna, noticeably panicked, clutched Jonathan's arm tightly, her face pale with fear. "Jonathan, these two are...