At the moment Huai Shi chuckled.
Within the Ivory Tower, old campus—all layers locked, beneath the splendid matrix, a familiar figure slowly emerged, raising his gaze.
An elderly man with white hair down to his waist wearing a black suit and handmade leather shoes, with his cufflinks and tie meticulously arranged.
Luo Su!
"It's still not too late to stop now, Woodman."
Luo Su flicked the ash from his phantom cigarette, glaring mockingly at his opponents with a smile: "Otherwise, beware of being left without a grave—"
"Just this kind of illusion is supposed to deceive me, Luo Su?"
Woodman sneered and shook his head, exposing the deception: "I wouldn't even mistake your whereabouts, playing the empty city stratagem, you've got the wrong place!"
While speaking, he waved his hand, and the silent Heretic King stepped forward with a punch!
