After another cigarette was smoked, the other side still had no reaction. Jacob sneered. He grabbed with his right hand, and a gust of black air rose. The Temoro Sword suddenly appeared in his hand. He took a step forward, and raised the Temoro Sword.
The black gas was as thick as a wall, but the aura emitted by the Temoro Sword was more than a hundred times that of the small Phantom Formation. To the Temoro Sword, that little bit of Vicious aura was just child's play.
Before the Temoro Sword fell down, a cloud of mist rose around him. Then, the small formation was easily broken by Jacob. A black shadow flashed in front of Jacob, and a guy wrapped in a black robe ran away.
"Stay in the car. Don't move. A girl will come to protect you later." The Temoro Sword in Jacob's hand had disappeared. He sneered and chased in the direction of the black shadow.