Half an hourglass later.
As the black ink swirling behind Green suddenly calmed down and gradually became transparent, the sense of crisis that oppressed every cell of Green disappeared. Under the Face of Truth, Green secretly breathed a sigh of relief and stopped in mid-air.
"Is it over on that side?"
Murmuring to himself, Green repaired the damage on both sides of his cheekbones, with a thoughtful expression.
It was uncertain whether the Dean of the Shadow Thousand Eyes Academy, who could communicate with the Mediator World to cast such a strange Curse Witchcraft, was killed by his own Curse Witchcraft or broke through his own witchcraft by exploiting some weaknesses.
With a spatial twist, Green returned to the Spy Shadow Falling Star for the third time.
"Ga ga ga, young master, it seems we won, it's over on that side, and he can no longer communicate with the deep will of the Mediator World in the future."
