Chapter 642: Ruins

Whoosh! A turbulent current of air surged toward the heavens, sweeping in every direction. Benson Santee stared at the scene in astonishment. A cloud of blood mist bloomed at the valley entrance, while palm strikes churned through the nearby forest. He shook his head to himself. That woman was terrifyingly strong. And when she killed, she did it cleanly, without the slightest hesitation. Even so, he couldn't help feeling that she was protecting him, albeit indirectly. Just then, Wren Gustard,...