The Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis was unharmed, not even a ripple in his eyes.
Such a vast energy, condensed in mere days, could hardly affect such an ancient malefactor.
But this was not Jiang Fan's true intention.
"What is he thinking?" Jiang Fan tightened his grip on the space mirror in his arms and asked.
Vast energy was only to provoke the thoughts of the Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis.
In the mirror, Hua Xin, who was closely observing the external movements, held a baby up to the mirror and looked at the Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis.
The baby, with its distinctly black and white eyes, said, "He's... not thinking of anything."
It wasn't that there was nothing, but the baby also couldn't see through the Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis's thoughts.
Jiang Fan felt a slight sinking in his heart.
Rarely did his schemes fail.
At this moment, he truly felt the weight of the widely spread saying.
In the face of absolute strength, all plots and intrigues are futile.
