C2009 A Perfect Strike(1)
The voice of the mysterious man in gray robe suddenly came from the void beside Zhu Qing. The squirrel's urgent voice rang in Zhu Qing's ears. The mysterious man in grey robe's Blood Soul Devil Hand extended out from behind Zhu Qing's head like a snake from the Dark Hell without making any sound.
The mysterious man in grey robe was wearing a pair of gloves with black lines on his right hand
