บท 1611: Medusa's Descendant

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

Would that really work?

Mo Fan was astounded. He never heard of anyone using the Contract Summoning as a form of mental attack!

However, he knew if he wasted any more time, things would get seriously out of control!

The lunar-white light reappeared as Mo Fan drew a Star Pattern on his palm. He looked at Apas, who was now covered in a layer of golden dust, and slammed the imprint hard on her forehead!

Apas' face came alive the moment he placed his palm on her forehead. She glared at Mo Fan as if she was going to eat him alive.

"You're only making me madder!" Apas declared coldly.

Mo Fan did not respond. He was focusing on inserting the imprint into Apas' soul.

Mo Fan found Apas horrifying, but he had no other choice. He had to help the Queen of the Netherworld secure victory!