Chapter 43: One Strike's Might

tly, said nothing further. He simply brought it down in a single, decisive stroke!"Foolish.">The White Bone Saint Lord pressed his hands together, his face impassive. A ghastly white light shimmered a...y stretched out, shimmering with a kind of agitation.For some reason, he remembered the celebration of Fu Lu's memorial service by floating lanterns.How can I describe it Please bookmark this after re...