Shua!
The expressions of the Jones Family stagnated all at once, followed by an involuntary gasp of cold air. Rapidly, an unsettled and frightened look surfaced on their faces.
A sudden chill, inexplicably, enveloped the entire Jones Family.
At this moment, everyone felt as though they had fallen into an icy cellar. Bursts of bone-chilling coldness, like a universal cover, attacked from all corners, making people shudder in fear.
Beads of cold sweat had already seeped down from Amanda and her daughter's foreheads, standing still, movements unconsciously halted.
At this moment, they seemed to feel as if they had been plunged into a battlefield flooded with corpses and blood. Vaguely, it seemed as if they could still hear the wails of the dead ringing in their ears.
The breath of death hung over everyone's hearts.
They had all once witnessed White Mitchell's abilities, and felt his domineering presence.