A gust of wind suddenly blew in the hall, and the curtains fluttered in the wind. Suddenly, a bolt of purple lightning struck the Golden Light, and with a bang, the golden light dissipated, revealing Richelieu’s figure. His face was filled with shock, his shoulders were held by two fair and slender arms, and his fingernail-sharp palms pierced deeply into his gorgeous robe that was inlaid with gold threads, stopping his arms. The strong momentum brought his body back at high speed.
With a bang, Richelieu’s body crashed into the metal pillar at the edge of the bed behind him. The entire pillar instantly caved in, and his back was fiercely pressed against it, completely suppressed.
Roar!
A low roar that was like that of a ferocious beast pounced on him. Richelieu only saw a pair of pure black eyes that were filled with malevolence approaching him with a threatening chill, as if they would be swallowed by an unknown power in the next moment.
