The figure floated in mid-air, resembling both a fairy untouched by the mundane world and a devil from Nine Netherworld Hell.
"It's...it's you!"
Upon seeing the figure, Obadiah Heptinstall's pupils dilated, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Huh? Li...Little Clare?" Ethan Smith couldn't help but widen his eyes.
He tried to stand up and greet Clare, but found that his body had no strength to do so.
"Drexel, help me out quickly!" Ethan Smith shouted anxiously to Drexel.
However, Drexel remained silent, as if lost in the quiet.
"Drexel?" Ethan Smith tried to call out again, but there was still no response.
Ethan Smith gritted his teeth and tried his best to shout in Clare's direction.
But the "Clare" floating in the air did not respond to Ethan Smith, only gazing down on Obadiah Heptinstall from a lofty position.
Obadiah Heptinstall's face turned pale, his body trembling nonstop.
