Chapter 499 Florence

Darkness surged toward Richard. Along the way, it rapidly morphed into skulls with moving jaws, ready to tear into him upon contact.

Richard, being cautious after seeing this, prepared to dodge, but just as the thought occurred to him, he felt something move in his arms.

"Hmm? Could this be...?"

Just as Richard had this thought, a bright light burst through the seams of his clothes and slammed into the skulls.

In an instant, like pouring a bucket of boiling water onto a snowman, all the skulls exploded with a "poof" and dissipated rapidly, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"You... What is this!" The old man stared with eyes wide in disbelief, "You... boy, how did you do that?"

Richard didn't speak. He slowly reached into his arms and took out the White Feather, watching its barbs tremble continuously.

"What is that?" The old man wondered.