"Compared to Hades and the others, these are far inferior!" White Clothes shook her head lightly, her gaze sweeping across Dark Hell City, her eyes brimming with overwhelming killing intent:
"James? Whether you are one of those lurking Chess Players or not, touching the forbidden warrants death! Daring to strike against me, you deserve death! This Dark Hell City has no need to exist!"
As White Clothes spoke, she pressed her hands downward, and the rolling white mist descended like the sky collapsing, thunderbolts hurtling towards Dark Hell City.
"This is my territory. It's not quite appropriate for you to destroy it just like that, is it?" A clear voice rang out.
A teenager, looking no older than in his teens, walked on air, standing beneath the swirling white mist and thunderbolts. The lightning was blocked and dissipated by the white mist.
