"Fair is foul and foul is fair… " Qu Wuhui sucked in a breath through his teeth. "How could it be? How is this possible? Have we really bumped into a ghost?" He said in disbelief.
The Seven Demon Formation was like the surging waves that crashed wave after wave in that confined space. The seven black clothed men were like reefs along the shore, unmoving and unbudging from beginning till end!
Or rather to say, like an unusually wide mountain range surrounded by an endless body of water, but ultimately, it still had a peak that stayed above the water from start till end!
