The power of the Centennial Demon Sword and the power of the Demon originate from the same source, absolutely able to rival the Ninth-Grade Divine Weapon.
The Black Knight urges the power of the Demon Sword, a chilling cold spreads that makes one gasp, small ice shards appear in the air, gathering together to form a misty white fog.
"Found it."
The Black Knight Dane Whitman suddenly shifts his gaze, focusing on a specific direction at twelve o'clock.
He senses a force of darkness stirring at that place.
Female Knight Ali shoots out like an arrow from a bow, rushing towards a VIP room on the second floor. She leaps up, stepping on the heads of dancers in the center of the dance floor, finally flipping into the room.
Yan Xiaobei follows suit, breaking in right after her.
Inside the VIP room, a woman lies on a chair, clothes disheveled, expression confused, yet eerily satisfied and somewhat **, looking as if she's been ** thousands of times and can no longer take it.
