Chapter 341 A Rank-Eight Power Falls
- In a blink, the golden dragon scattered and vanished. Pierre Cook stood there drained, breathing hard.
- He lifted his eyes to the old man in the black robe. The man’s hands were still raised in front of his face, slow to drop.
- When he finally lowered them, the black cloth mask over his face split into four jagged pieces, revealing a kindly looking face that was now drained of all color.