Chapter 526: Wushen Sect

Nash Johnston flicked his sleeve. The black fog that had shot straight at him tore backward with a hiss. The farmwife never expected her spellcraft to rebound. In the blink of an eye, the fog slammed into her face. "Ah! Ahhh!" Her screams ripped out of her throat. Her skin bristled like a hedgehog's, packed with silver needle after silver needle. Worse, every one of them carried a vicious toxin. After a few strangled cries, foam spilled from her mouth, and she collapsed, dead on the spot. The...