Chapter 458: Western General

The razor-thin thread had already wrapped around Evil Beggar's ankle, even slicing his pant leg open. Luckily, it stopped before it could bite deeper. "God General, call off your little trick." Salvatore Casson's voice stayed flat. His fingers tightened, and Woman's breath hitched in her throat. With a flick of her right hand, three threads snapped back into her palm. They weren't ordinary strings, but three coiled loops, each made from over ten meters of hair-thin wire, sharp enough to shear through...