chapter 107 Sean Mormont

But the runic palm print that made his soul tremble became closer and closer in his tightened pupils.

"Bang bang!"

The purple figure was too fast, and the rune palm prints finally landed on the skinny old man's chest like thunder, and energy poured out.

"You have the power of the soul, you are..."

At this moment, the thin old man's pupils dilated, his face was horrified, and his eyes were full of unwillingness. At the last second, he finally discovered a...