Chapter 893 - The Boss Here (1/2)
Chapter 893: The Boss Here
Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth</eetting in our way!” The bucktoothed disciple pulled a chair over and sat down far away froo… please let o…” said the hoarse voice
“Just stay in there, the longer you spend in the water, the better it is for you/ At least it will be easier for you to adapt to your new fore to bite every inch of your skin off every night” The bucktoothed disciple sounded like he was sorry, yet he had no intention to save her
“No…no, I don’t want to beco you, just kill me…”
“It’s useless, even if you die now, your soul will still be bound to this Curse Pool,” replied the disciple
The punishiven by the Black Vatican was the cruelest andin the entire world The bucktoothed disciple used to be an ordinary person, too He accidentally offended the Gray Priest Lu Geng, and had no choice but to join the Black Vatican
Once he beca back Those who opposed the Black Vatican never had a good ending!
“Is there any way to save her?” a new voice spoke up suddenly
The bucktoothed disciple was the kind with a reure in the shadow and assuuard the Curse Pool He said, “I guess so She is still an ordinary person as long as the ritual isn’t completed yet… oh, you’re quite unlucky to be sent here too”
“Oh, I’ve coure walked up to the bucktoothed disciple and patted him softly on the shoulder
The bucktoothed disciple suddenly realized so electric current spreading through his body from the man’s hand
“You…” The disciple’s face contorted from the electric shock before he could even finish his sentence It felt likeyet painful, and he was also i arcs continued to flicker on Mo Fan’s palered in the air The bucktoothed disciple’s body turned scorched black He fell to the ground like a lump of burned meat
The bucktoothed disciple was obviously not a Magician He usually commanded the Dark Beast Monsters to co arcs reached a certain intensity, his flesh was no longer able to withstand the shock, and his heart finally stopped beating
Mo Fan reht out the bottle that he took fro Qiao and slowly poured the liquid on the disciple’s corpse Not long after, the corpse began to corrode severely In less than aa pool of black goo behind
“Are you wang Xuxu?” asked Mo Fan
“Yes…yes! Are…are you here to save me?!” said the person in the pool
“I can’t save you yet,” Mo Fan told her
Mo Fan was currently in the Black Vatican’s nest It was easier for hi Xuxu, whose body was severely daed with him, he would easily expose himself
Normally, Mo Fan would force his way out, but the poison had stopped hi rashly