Chapter 390: The White-Clad Spear, Brayden Hoez

"Not human? What do you mean?" Oliver Yale was stunned. Travis Jauncy narrowed his eyes at the masked man. "Haven't you sensed a trace of something off about him?" Oliver blinked, then looked again. On closer inspection, the aura around the man swirled into a purple-black mass. It made his skin crawl, though he couldn't name the feeling. While the two whispered, the masked man let out a cold laugh. "Heh. Teaming up? Works for me. Saves me the trouble of doing it one by one." "But before that,...