Chapter 778: Chapter 305: Fist Strength is the Real Power

After Douglas left, a figure cloaked in a black robe arrived at the Grand Cemetery in the West District.

In the center of the Grand Cemetery, the woman removed the black hood that hid her face.

With a high-bridged nose, rosy lips, and skin as white and delicate as snowflakes, she had dazzling red hair.

Anastasia.

Even in her usual state, the black-skinned elf was an extraordinary beauty, capable of rivaling Saina in both looks and figure, surely not much inferior.

The wind passed, the fog was pushed aside by an invisible hand, wrinkling the black robe on Anastasia, which clung to her curves, her figure graceful and lithe.

From a side view, her full bust and slender waist formed a stark contrast, her hips smoothly curved, slightly uplifted, her legs long, straight, and powerful, with perfect proportions.

Wayne glanced at Ah Bin, Don't just randomly blow air, this woman is different, messing up the mood could lead to unnecessary misunderstandings.