บท 692: Strange Young Man

"That's cold." Buzzing sounds emanated from the body of the risen pirate. In a mesmerizing display, his once black robe began to disintegrate into fine ash particles, gracefully drifting into the vast expanse of the atmosphere.

A wave of coldness washed over David's face, betraying his surprise. The presence of this individual had managed to completely elude his senses. Even during the intense battle, when David struck him with a powerful palm strike, there was no discernible reaction. It puzzled him deeply. Perhaps, it was due to the fact that all his sensory were being overloaded but it could also be another matter entirely.