Chapter 317

The pain from the snapped arm tore a miserable scream from the Chameleon Enchantress. Her wrinkled “old face” contorted violently with pain, and the lifelike human skin on her face gradually peeled away, unveiling an incredibly alluring and exquisite visage. Appearing to be only in her twenties, she was undoubtedly on a par with any female celebrity. But her beauty was utterly meaningless at that moment. Alexander paid no heed to her stunning looks. With a casual flick of his right hand,...