The night continued.
On the street in front of Frank Tavern in White Stone City.
Signs of flame scorching, acid corrosion, low-temperature freezing, wind blade cutting, and the ground shattering were everywhere, filling the entire field of vision.
At this moment, within this field of vision, only one person was still standing—Mu Konni.
Around Mu Konni were the corpses of seven Black Robed Men. Three of the bodies were still somewhat intact, while the other four were shattered beyond recognition.
"Ptui!"
Mu Konni spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, full of disdain, "A bunch of weak insects dare to stop me? If it weren't for the constant damage from that inexplicable Spirit Shock, you would have died even quicker!"
As she spoke, Mu Konni looked in the direction Richard had fled, gritted her teeth and said, "That damned, deceiving kid, he must have taken this time to escape far away, in that case..."
