Chapter 205: Cultivator!

Right then, a faintly cool touch brushed his cheek. Who was it? Hermoine? Atreus Lyson felt that small, chilly hand undo the buttons at his chest, then slide lower, inch by inch. What was she doing? He tried to force his eyes open. He tried to speak, to stop her. His body refused to obey. Inside his core, Fire Attribute Spiritual Power still raged like a wildfire. The tearing pain in his meridians never eased. Every breath tugged at his organs and drove a needle of agony straight through him. Atreus...