As the black leather-apron-clad Pocket Chef stepped from darkness into light, the bloodstains on the cleaver quickly changed into tomato sauce, then immediately evaporated into a small amount of green mist, before transforming into white plaster-like fragments, which flaked off the blade.
Wei Shan gradually narrowed his eyes, on his face that remained unchanged under the oppressive aura of the Staff Passage, a shade of intense caution surged amidst his excited, grim expression.
His body slightly arched, like a cornered lioness puffing up its fur, he exuded a strong aggressiveness.
Meanwhile, the sky-blue steam rapidly gathered at this moment, roaring and circling around him.
