章節 1865: The Moment of Fear Right Before Death

The Ghost Elder's heart trembled and his eyes narrowed: "Master, Master…" Before he had finished speaking, he retreated quickly and took out the Interspace Teleportation Device and attempted to escape. 

Upon seeing this, the black robed man was just about to order his men to intercept him when a figure flashed in front of him, and at the same time, a blade shot out fiercely. 

"Swish!"

"Sss! Ah!"

Feng Jiu's dagger could be seen as the fierce air current swept past and struck the Interspace Teleportation Device in his hand. The Ghost Elder muffled a groan from the pain in his hand as the Interspace Teleportation Device fell to the ground. 

Just as he was about to retrieve the Interspace Teleportation Device, a fierce force from a palm struck him and shocked him. He stood still, afraid to move. When he looked up and saw that it was number nine, he gritted his teeth in frustration. 

Damn it! He's in trouble now!