87 Rose with Thorns

Yang Ling was caught in a daze, but he suddenly felt the pagoda-shaped mark between his brows throb. A protective layer of Wizard Power circulated around his body automatically. Yang Ling quickly came to his senses as the warm current of Wizard Power circulated once around his limbs and bones.

A demoness?

Looking at the dazed troops and adventurers around him who seemed to have been inflicted with some curse, then taking a whiff of the unique fragrance in the air, Yang Ling suddenly heightened his sense of caution. The pagoda-shaped mark between his brows only throbbed when he faced a great level of danger, and the protective Wizard Power would only circulate on its own when he encountered something unknown. It was clear that this dazzling beauty in black was not an ordinary person.

Could she be an assassin sent by the last of the Anca family?