章節 1725: Silent Clash

A wide street was shrouded in darkness, framed by the burning buildings and billowing smoke. The ground was littered with rubble and broken vehicles. Here and there, human bodies lay in the pools of blood, covered with dust.

A woman with raven-black hair and icy blue eyes was standing in the middle of the ruined road, holding a black sickle sword. 

In front of her, a towering figure was moving slowly across the rubble, each of its steps exerting an invisible pressure on the world. The creature was surrounded by a haze of swirling sand, with only a vague silhouette of a gaunt human visible behind its veil. 

A thousand screaming souls shrouded the ancient devil like a mantle. 

Jet looked at him coldly. 

"I hear that you are called the Heart of Kanakht… nice to meet you. I am called Soul Reaper Jet."

A dark smile appeared on her pale face. 

"This is my city. So, prepare to die."