It seems compared to Grim Ballard, Ah Wei is still more inclined to believe that the real name used to be Andiel.
From the moment of emergence, the continuous methods implemented also reflect a sense of importance, warming one's heart.
In a fleeting moment, Fu Qian's body moved sideways, dodging the Ghosts attacking again.
That peculiar mist isn't too dense, but it exudes a genuine sense of death and desolation, merging well with the surrounding atmosphere, making the Ghosts look as if they were wandering Death Gods.
Of course, it's not just a visual effect. Fu Qian looked down at himself.
Even though he perfectly dodged the Ghosts, the tiny lenses composing the Armor on him no longer had the former brightness, seemingly withering—its degree even proportional to the distance moved.
Fu Qian firmly confirmed it was precisely due to dodging the Ghosts previously that caused a small amount of blood loss.
"Death Limit?"
