C1172 Fly down Three Thousand Feet

"Don't be afraid, I just want your soul. It won't hurt. Once your soul belongs to me, you won't know anything, much less suffer." Dark Warrior's voice was thick and full of models as he slowly raised his hands.

His hand was in the shape of a claw as he placed it on Fu Duoduo's forehead, emitting a black mist.

The mist was like a pack of hungry wolves