"The Black Light Hand… The Silver Hand… Augustus…" Hols was ghastly pale. The composure he had before this was long gone. He was completely aware of the kind of forces he had provoked.
The God's Eye… The Devil Tooth…
If what the young man said was true, then he was in deep trouble right now…
Lu Sheng's expression was calm. He was even smiling faintly with admiration. He stared at Augustus who was slowly making his way toward himself.
The Black Light's troops were swiftly dwindling. The high-ranked painters of the blood spirit guards were completely freed of the poison in their bodies.
"To think that you're able to perfectly detoxify my poison cocktail." Lu Sheng's voice was filled with dense admiration.
He could sense that his blood spirit guards were not the only ones freed of the poison.