Boom!

Klein stomped heavily, pulled his back, moved his shoulders, and fiercely sent out his left arm.

The muscles of his arm swelled up, and he swung the "Magma Sword" from bottom to top!

puff! The gorgeously shaped giant sword struck the flaming spear, and the white, light blue, and scarlet light spots burst out in all directions at the same time, igniting the chairs and the curtains.

The noisy whispers on the street outside had disappeared long ago, and the faintly visible figures all turned to this side, extremely quiet.

After smashing the flame spear, Klein bent his knees, knelt down on one leg, and snapped his fingers with his right hand.

Snapped!

All the flames in the room were extinguished.

Klein didn't move anymore. He always felt that there were dense eyes trying to penetrate the curtains, looking for abnormalities.

The hooded man made of shadows also didn't move at all. He, who was still crazy just now, seemed to feel some kind of unspeakable horror slowly approaching.

In the dark house with only a little crimson moonlight, Klein and the other party knelt on one knee, and the other stood against the wall, as if they had become two stone statues.

In the extremely unbearable absolute silence, time passed extremely slowly. Klein just counted ten seconds silently, and he had the illusion that an hour had passed.

Finally, the roar-like sound of a wild beast sounded again, intermittently, intermittently, and the vaguely visible figures outside the window also started to walk again, back and forth on the street.

Almost at the same time, Klein completed the preliminary control of the target "spiritual body string", and the movement of the hooded man who wanted to save suddenly became sluggish!

Without hesitation, Klein half-bowed his body and circled around, preparing to use the opponent's high latency state to interrupt his subsequent counterattack and turn him into a puppet bit by bit.

At this moment, his nose suddenly itched, and he opened his mouth uncontrollably.

Ah Choo!

Klein sneezed heavily and lost control of the "spiritual body string". Moreover, his throat began to hurt, and his nose gradually formed.

He caught a cold!

During the fierce battle, he caught a cold!

After suspecting that the other party was Mr. A, Klein was actually preventing the "witch" from getting sick, because he had fought against Mr. A before, and suffered a big loss from this ability. However, in the battle before he had time to think about it, he miscalculated. One thing, that is, his own physique has already dropped a lot during the plague infection of the real witch Pannadia, and he can't last until the transformation of the puppet is completed. Even if the initial control is deepened, there is a chance to use the "air bullet" to activate Deadly attacks can't wait!

Ah Choo!

Klein sneezed and rolled over to transfer. At the same time, he switched the "Squirming Hunger" to the "Corrupted Baron" state, trying to use the "Twisting" ability on himself to see if he could reduce the impact of the cold.

Of course, thanks to his "bribery" just now, his condition is not serious, but it will affect the manipulation of the "spiritual body thread", so that he will not be unable to fight.

While tumbling, Klein saw from the corner of his eyes that the enemy had escaped from the shadow state, and the hood slid back, revealing a beautiful, feminine face. It was Mr. A.

This envoy of the Aurora Society has survived in such a harsh environment until now!

However, his eyes were already blood red, and looking at Klein was like seeing a sumptuous meal, and he didn't hide the instinctive hunger from his heart at all.

At this moment, Klein didn't feel depressed at all, because he still had enough strength to fight.

What he is most worried about is not Mr. A, but that the increasingly fierce battle between the two sides will create flames that he has no time to take care of, and bring in those dangerous existences outside. At that time, both of them will die!

Hunger... The intense hunger has made Mr. A completely lose his mind, and he no longer cares about the figures coming and going on the street... If he can relieve his hunger a little, he should stop attacking and wait patiently for the red moon to be covered by the mist again... ...give him some "food"? As his thoughts raced, Klein almost cut a piece of his own flesh and threw it to the other party. JrNovels.com