The fearsome Evil Ghost Mask was pushed up onto his forehead. His crimson eyes resembled those of a Hellish Asura, and a bloody gash ran diagonally across the bridge of his handsome nose.
After getting a clear look at him, the heavily injured Bear abruptly scrambled to his feet.
Ai Li, still reeling from the terror of the last duel, was now scared witless. She cowered behind the farthest ruins, not daring to take a single step closer.
The night wind lifted Number 777's black cloak. A vicious grin played on his lips as he tore off the cumbersome garment with one hand and casually tossed it aside.
His body seemed to inflate in an instant, his solid back muscles bulging. The next second, he vanished into the night, reappearing right in front of the Paradise Lord!
Tang Luo Ke was a master of close-quarters combat, and his wolf-like claws gleamed with a deadly light in the dark. The Lord of Paradise raised his gaze slightly as silver threads materialized before him.
