C63 Remote Thinking of an Old Friend

Black Impermanence was dressed in black, and his face was pale. Her five fingers were as thin as steel and shaped like a tiger's paw. From above, she grabbed at Wen Zhu's head.

Wen Zhu took out his treasured sword and slashed upwards. A wave of cold light flashed. Black Impermanence quickly turned around and floated down to the ground.

"He laughed coldly. You think too highly of yourself