Easton and the Serpent's Coil Chapter 89

The sword spike hung quietly on the side of Easton's finger. The two stayed in place for a while. The town seemed to have stopped, and even the sand under their feet no longer moved. The fleeting call for help seemed like a fantasy, the humidity in the air increased, and the corners of Cang Ji's robe were slightly wrinkled.

Easton gently lifted the scabbard and threw it backhand the next moment. I saw Yanquan's broken board nailed to the wall, the blood mist that was hit melted into smoke, and a group of fleshy shadows appeared on the ground. The child with his hair in his head was shaken by Yanquan and rolled over and screamed.

"Brother, spare me!" He was so skinny that the Yanquan sword scabbard hit his chest an inch, and he cried out as if his heart had been stabbed and tortured by fire.

Yanquan fell back into Easton's palm. He took a few steps closer, and the child climbed up and ran away. The blood mist is thick and blinding, and there are ghostly shadows all around.

"It's not an evil spirit." Cang Ji's nose moved slightly, "It's a wandering spirit."