And without the slightest hesitation, he moved at his absolute fastest speed, heading straight for Lynn's location.
In the span of a re thousandth of a second.
Lynn felt that murderous intent and bone-chilling cold envelop his entire body.
Almost the instant he turned his head, the reflection in his pupils captured the massive scythe erging alongside a swirling mass of black mist.
He saw the flowing sharp edge of that scythe slicing towards his skull, saw the cold glint flashing beneath that pale raven mask.
Clang—
A trendous tallic crash echoed.
A black umbrella that appeared out of thin air blocked that lethal strike.
In the darkness.
A slender hand moved as if plucking the strings of an instrunt, a single pinky finger entwined with nurous fine, flowing threads.
They abruptly pulled taut.
Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, that massive, pitch-black scythe was slowly, inch by inch, forced upward.
And around the black robes beneath that pale plague doctor mask.
Countless translucent threads coiled around his body, controlling his every move, binding him firmly in place.
Reflected in the lenses of the Saint's mask was the figure of a girl in a gothic long dress and a formal hat, gradually materializing.
"So it is Miss Hei Xianyue of the Doll Manor."
The Saint's body creaked as he turned, his head slowly lifting under the control of the threads, his grip tightening on the scythe. He said:
"Have you accepted his employnt? That would explain it, then."
"However, compared to your mother, your puppeteering technique still lacks so refinent. But leaving you alive would still be a nuisance."
His voice was remarkably calm.
And that calmness represented absolute confidence in his own strength.
Snap—
In an instant.
The threads binding him were violently snapped, most of them breaking at once. The scythe in his hand abruptly slashed down towards Hei Xianyue.
Hei Xianyue's eyes showed no ripple of emotion. Her figure moved like a waltz on a stage, swiftly dodging that terrifying strike amidst the threads.
Strands of thread swept past her dark eyes.
She didn't utter a single word. As her fingers danced elegantly, those threads seed to co alive again, climbing over the Saint's body once more like clinging maggots.
At the sa ti.
The enraged White Night instantly joined the fray. As he charged forward, his hands flicked out violently, and two blades burning with pale flas materialized in his grasp.
The searing high temperature was like a blazing, scorching sun.
"Your opponent is ! Teacher!"
Clang—
The burning blades instantly clashed with the massive scythe.
Reflected in the Saint's pale raven mask was White Night's furious face. He said slowly:
"Oh? If I had heard you call teacher in the past, I should have felt very pleased. But White Night, you are still too young. The two of you combined are still not my—"
Thump—
Before he could finish.
Behind him, Lynn's fist had already landed squarely on his back, taking advantage of the opening during their exchange.
Lynn said calmly, "Really?"
Zuo Zuo, having finished inhaling the toxic gas, was biting down hard on his shoulder, continuously converting the pain into M's strength.
In an instant, power surged wildly!
The Saint: "?!!!!"
What is that?!
Sothing's wrong!
Sothing is very wrong!
"Ahhh!!!"
Instantly, an indescribable, trendous cry tore through the sky.
This cry not only made the Night Doctors in the valley shudder, but even the Plague Doctors atop the valley trembled from head to toe.
All the Plague Doctors were shaking.
What's going on?!
Why would such a formidable figure as the Saint be forced to let out such a wretched cry from just a asly punch by that kid?!
And almost imdiately after.
An even more bewildering and shocking scene unfolded.
Because almost the mont after the Saint let out his cry, White Night, who was clashing blades with him, also suddenly threw his head back and let out a scream brimming with overwhelming sha.
Beside them, even Hei Xianyue, who was controlling the Saint with her threads, visibly tensed up for a mont, seemingly unable to suppress it.
Her eyes, which originally held no fluctuation, lifted. The gaze she directed at Lynn actually began to shimr with threads of murderous intent.
Hardened!
Her little hands have hardened!
...
Lynn was taken aback.
He forgot.
This move seems to be able to conduct through a dium. Last ti, that's how Miss Puppet got caught by it.
Fortunately, the charge this ti didn't reach one hundred percent.
Otherwise, this punch might not take down the enemy, but it would first knock out two of our own allies.
Creak, creak, creak—
Having recovered, the Saint turned his head slowly, point by point, with a savage expression. The look he cast at Lynn was now filled with rampant killing intent, utterly ferocious and exceptionally enraged.
"You go too far!"
In an instant, he furiously tried to force White Night back, raising his scythe to give this guy a taste.
White Night and Hei Xianyue imdiately reacted, moving to restrain him.
Lynn was horrified.
Thump—
The Saint: "Ahhh!!!"
White Night: "That's enough!!"
Hei Xianyue: "I'll kill you..."
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