Chapter 128: Thunder Control Technique!

Several tattered strands of red silk still hung from the stage's crossbeam, swaying lightly in the night wind, as if someone hidden in the dark were flicking their sleeves. The wooden boards were webbed with cracks. In the gaps, dark, dried stains clung stubbornly, and under the harsh spill of his phone's flashlight, they looked unnervingly like old blood. This place really was cursed. Atreus Lyson bared his teeth in a crooked grin and circled behind the stage. The view back there was even more...