"Everything on you is mine!" Sara said with a degree of madness.
Ethan Smith sneered, "Someone like you, worthy of cooperating with others?"
"Enough of the chatter!" Sara became even more frenzied.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm going to imprison you and make you wish for death every day!"
"Aren't you a Master of Medicine God Pavilion? I will force you to give me all your formulas! Make sure you have enough, because that would allow you to live a little longer..."
Looking at the woman in front of him, almost losing her mind, Ethan Smith felt a deeper repulsion.
"What you want is on me, come on," Ethan Smith said coldly.
Sara suddenly clutched the folding fan in her hand, and a vigorous gust of wind immediately began to wrap around her.
Her aura was trembling, and her hair had risen, like a mad shrew!
"I'll disable you!" Sara screamed spectrally, her whole body drifting forward.
