His speed was faster than a steam train at full speed, and with a swoosh, he arrived at the entrance to the open space.
But even so, he still couldn't shake off his pursuer behind him.
The one closest to him was a man whose face was equally pale. There were a few inconspicuous black spots on his face, like scars left behind after a rotting wound had healed. The malice in his eyes was completely undisguised, unconstrained, making him seem more like a living corpse craving fresh blood and flesh than a human. Klein guessed this was
The distance between Jason and Maric was kept within a range of seven or eight meters, sometimes increasing, sometimes decreasing, back and forth.
Over ten meters behind them, a figure was being left further and further behind. It was a thin but sturdy man, with his hair cropped very short, every strand standing up like sharp spikes.
As he swung his arms, the tips of his palms gleamed with a metallic sheen under the faint crimson moonlight. They were long black nails like daggers!
“Werewolf” Tair... Klein silently recited his code name and name in his mind, while in his mind’s eye, he pictured a wall splattered with blood, intestines hanging from protruding objects, and bloody severed limbs and internal organs scattered all over the floor.
Thump, thump, thump!
Maric fled with all his might, while Jason gritted his teeth and chased for dear life. The healed black spots on his face had somehow become swollen and translucent, as if putrid liquid was about to drip out.
As the two passed by, the puddles and the liquid in the muddy soil quickly froze over with a layer of white frost, solidifying inch by inch.
The withered wild grass was blown high by the fierce wind they brought, and as it slowly fell, it visibly rotted and decayed.
Suddenly, a pale palm stretched out from the frosty soil, accurately grabbing at Jason's ankle.
Smack!
Jason twisted his body and kicked hard, directly shattering the wrist of the palm, kicking it away. At the severed point, the flesh and blood had already rotted, and white maggots scrambled to wriggle out.
Maric stopped, pinched his lips with his right hand, and let out a shrill whistle.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The soil in different parts of the open space was upturned, and expressionless corpses sat up from within.
At the same time, a cold wind suddenly began to swirl. Countless transparent wraiths, as if smelling the scent of a feast of blood, surged toward Jason, unwilling to be left behind. Some pulled at his arms, some tugged at his calves, and some simply embraced his head.
Jason stopped in his tracks and let out a cold snort.
The wraiths immediately flew backward, some disappearing with a scream, others getting lost in place.
Almost instantly, Maric and Jason simultaneously raised their right hands, their thumbs up and resting beside their index fingers, which were aimed at each other.
In the silence, the air separating them exploded, rolling up wisps of black gas.
Maric then took a step back, a few strands of his messy hair instantly withering and falling down.
“Maric, you're still so weak, still not knowing how to use the power of desire!” Jason said in a low, hoarse laugh.
At this moment, the “Werewolf” Tair caught up to him, while
“Don't rush to finish off Maric. Wait for
He then stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips:
“I wonder what Sharon looks like without her clothes...”
Before he could finish his words, he suddenly saw Jason turn his head, his pale face a grim, eerie sight. Two identical figures faintly materialized in his eyes:
A black court dress, light-gold hair, a delicate face, and bloodless skin!
Smack!
His two hands shot out and tightly gripped the neck of the “Werewolf” Tair. The creaking sound of bones struggling to bear the pressure followed.
The Wraith Sharon is here!
Tair suddenly inhaled, causing his neck to swell up like a water pipe and grow black bristles, briefly withstanding the force that was about to crush his trachea and cervical spine.
His eyes gradually rolled back, his bright red tongue protruding, thick saliva continuously dripping down the sides of his mouth.
However, his right hand accurately and steadily reached into his pocket, breaking a preset spiritual seal!
The entire open space and the surrounding warehouses suddenly lit up, bathed in a crimson moonlight.
Jason's strength in gripping the “Werewolf” Tair's neck rapidly weakened. Behind him, a figure in a small, soft hat materialized.
A proud yet cruel smile broke out on Tair's face. He took out a miniature “Full Moon” from his pocket, a crimson “Full Moon”!
It was a dark red ornament emitting a peaceful radiance. It took the shape of a full moon, surrounded by numerous crimson gems, with symbols of the moon and various mysterious insignias in the center.
Sharon instinctively narrowed her eyes and took two steps back. Her ethereal and erratic feeling quickly subsided.
Her legs seemed unable to support her weight any longer, and she collapsed weakly to the ground. Her black, intricate court dress was stained with dust and mud.
The “Werewolf” Tair raised the palm-sized circular ornament that was radiating a crimson, pure light, and panted with a laugh: