บท 1650: B

The black figure stood tall in the room, the hole above his head allowing the night breeze to pour in.

His hair waved and his sleeves fluttered, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

He spun the knife in his left hand around his finger tips, and a perfect circular motion later, the tip was pointed at those souls, translucent yet similar to the dead spirits.

His provocative movement seemed to have angered the unusual souls with the hostile gaze.

Grrrr!

Amid the heavy growls, the translucent souls jumped at Kieran frenziedly.

"Careful!" Li Jiajia cried in shock, but what she saw next made her cover her mouth.

The sea of translucent souls failed to drown the black figure, the black figure instead jumping at the souls and cutting them apart swiftly.

The black figure was like the sharp knife in his hand, sending chills down one's spine. 

He moved like a shadow, leaving a keen glare in his wake.