My Waste Husband novel Chapter 1195

Even someone as strong as Verrail was unable to resist Dougal's attack with a wave of his hand.

Although it was a sword from the Paramount realm, it was nothing comparing to a Spiritcontrolling master.

However, there was only one sword from the Paramount realm. But what a Spirit- controlling master had, was not only a simple means of attack.

Dougal shook his head and said to Soul, "You guys leave first. I'll go to the underground palace. It must be an old friend of the Kunlun Mountain who gave the order to Sackcloth Visitor to come here at this time. With his character, I'm afraid that Sackcloth Visitor would risk his life to stop the inheritance from being unearthed. The day is drawing closer and closer. Both Sackcloth Visitor and the descendant of the Western Xia will be important characters in the future. Nothing bad should happen to them. It's not good to have both sides suffer."

As soon as Dougal finished speaking, he took a step forward and disappeared in front of Soul and the others.

Soul and the others looked at each other. They couldn't imagine what kind of existence a Spiritcontrolling master was. There were only a few Spirit-controlling experts in this world, and each of them was an extremely powerful existence.

Soul cupped his fists at Catman. "Thank you for your help, Brother Mo."

"There's no need to thank me." Catman shook his head. "If it had not been for the Martial Emperor coming here, we would not have been able to survive Verrall's sword today, so I will go back to report the situation. Goodbye."

As soon as Catman finished speaking, his figure also disappeared.

Looking at the empty surroundings, Soul and Ernest heaved a sigh of relief. They were glad that they could not release their ancestral weapons and commit a massacre.

"Let's go as well," said Soul as he supported the weakened Ernest. The two of them walked slowly towards the outskirts of the mausoleum.

Tonight, the residents of Yinzhou felt particularly panic. The ground kept trembling slightly. Although it was not cracked, the trembling made people worried that a strong earthquake would come at any time. The shaking did not stop until 12 o'clock at night. However, the ground was intermittent for hours, which made people not dare to sleep. Therefore, many people went to work with black eyes the next day.

In the early morning, Henry got up from the bed and felt a tearing pain all over his body.

Yesterday, in the underground palace, the netherworld sword turned into a ray of light and passed through Henry's body. Although that animal leather helped Henry withstand most of the damage, the remaining power was still something that Henry couldn't bear.

Although the sword light did not cause any substantial damage on the surface of Henry's body, it was extremely terrible for Henry's internal organs.

Henry turned his head with difficulty and glanced around, finding that he was lying in a ward. The room was very spacious, and the smell of disinfectant came into Henry's nose.