Chapter 1837 Be My Lover

• “Finnegan closed his eyes, and the spiritual energy within him churned violently.
• Though no wind blew, his clothes ballooned outward, and an invisible whirlwind coalesced around him, forcing every single maligorm to stop one meter short of his body, unable to advance a hair’s breadth.”
• Phoebe watched, snorting, “Pretty boy, maybe you can keep them from touching you, but can your companions do the same? The moment they fail, the hex will seep into their blood!”