"Aquamarine!" Xia Fei roared, his brows furrowing.
In front of him was a very strange-looking woman. She appeared to be a woman getting on in the years, but her skin was like aquamarine, appearing translucent. This was probably how she had gotten the name 'Aquamarine'.
Her eyes were black, empty, and lifeless.
This was the worst scenario Xia Fei could have imagined. He had been waiting for Aquamarine all this while, but it had been Sun Xiaojin who showed up, but after he killed the man, Aquamarine emerged from out of nowhere. In this story of twists and turns, the most dangerous enemy had been left for last.
He looked around. He was far away from the soul array that Fuchen had laid down, so all of their meticulous preparations had been rendered useless. Xia Fei could not help but chuckle.
Lighting a cigarette, he massaged the wound on his chest while he puffed out smoke rings.
