Chapter 585 Locate The Original Body

• Wynter lifted the rod of iron. "Are you pretending to be God, a wooden doll made of Foplya? I apologize, but it appears that our mythology texts are not compatible. I also don't want to be your slave, nor do I play with dolls." I only have one query. Do I need to beat the spirits out of you, or will you expel them once you've consumed them? She had already bitten her finger when Wynter was saying that. She used her power on the iron rod by smearing the blood along it. When Gabby saw Wynter's disobedience, her eyes furrowed. A fierce bitterness rose in her eyes. It was malicious. "You Cascadians have a strong preference for taking the difficult route.
• Stay and keep me company because you refuse to surrender. I'm much better suited to your body. The cultivator's blood has a stronger scent. After licking her lips, Gabby abruptly disappeared. There was no ghost of Gabby. It would die the moment she emerged from her shell. The little kid earlier Only a residue, nothing more. Gabby's eerie and menacing laughter filled the entire laboratory. She was using profanity in Novell drama in Foplyanese. The spirits become ghosts in an instant. Almost a hundred kids with vacant eyes held out their hands, all aiming for Wynter.
• Nixon's somewhat translucent figure was one of them. Gabby's voice reverberated. "Aren't you rather competent? Kill these ghosts, then. You can only kill them all. Really beat me." You're not even from this earth, if I'm not incorrect. Only a little portion of your spells' power can be released. Right here?" All you have to do to stay alive is to totally demolish them! Hehe! Seeing Cascadians murder is something I adore. one another. Their kids would hurt each other in class simply to get more food. Don't let me down. Begin murdering! Her laughter resonated in Wynter's ears like a hellish incantation.