Chapter 282: A Mysterious Voice

The twist came too fast. The Black-clad Man never even had the chance to react. The wooden figurine shot out like a flying sword and slammed into his throat. The force fell just short of piercing clean through. Half of it buried itself in flesh, the other half jutted out, slick with blood. He staggered back, pain twisting his face. "My lord!" The Witchero Sect members cried out, stunned into a daze by the sudden turn. Clutching his throat as blood poured between his fingers, the Black-clad Man...