Chapter 646 The Power Of Terror

• As he retreated, the old man was still not at ease. He tightly gripped the diamond pestle in his hand and suddenly turned around. The blazing white light scattered all over his body, forming a protective shield.
• This move was also out of helplessness and unwillingness for him!
• If it weren't for the fact that half of his consciousness was destroyed earlier, and his full strength was not exerted, why would he be in such a sorry state of evasion?