A faint golden stream of light arrived in an instant, striking the seemingly empty space.
However, resplendent flames suddenly erupted there, rapidly outlining the figure of a man in a black tailcoat and a dark red cape.
The position of his left arm was burning with a holy and pure flame, continuously emitting faint black and green smoke, casting his pale face into a sickly green shade.
He was a middle-aged man in his forties, with his oiled hair smoothly combed back, meticulous and impeccable, his eyes black tinged with green, devoid of any emotion or trace of pain.
"Wraith"
He twisted his head, his wooden yet malevolent gaze fixed on Klein, who was at the top of the warehouse.
Klein suddenly froze, feeling an intense cold invading his body, which even the searing heat from the "
His body rapidly stiffened, his eyes became dull, and within his pupils, the same figure was reflected: Black tailcoat, dark red cape, slicked-back hair with pomade, flickering sinister green eyes, a pale face of a man in his forties!
In almost an instant, Klein was completely controlled, his thoughts gradually blurring.
This was the ability of Sequence 5, the "Wraith"!
An eerie and nigh-indefensible ability!
Fortunately, he had done his due diligence beforehand and was well-prepared. The "exorcism" effect could effectively resist possession by malevolent spirits. So, just before his ability to think completely vanished, he mustered the spirituality born from his spiritual entity and channeled it into the dark golden Sun Brooch on his chest.
Just as he raised his hand to grip his own throat, a pure and warm pillar of light suddenly descended from the air.
It was like a ray from the Kingdom of the Sun, bringing a brilliant sensation and holy purification, completely enveloping Klein.
A spell of the Sun domain, "Summon Holy Light"!
Within the holy light, the intangible controlling force was abruptly weakened. Klein's eyes instantly regained their luster.
Immediately after, his figure ignited, turning brittle and charred, leaving behind only a thin piece of paper.
Simultaneously, from the fire blazing in the crevice between two warehouses, Klein leaped out, wearing a black double-breasted long coat and a matching silk top hat.
His cane had been lost somewhere long ago. The identical figure hovering above his head had also been successfully eroded by the flames, turning into ash that scattered in all directions.
Before Klein could confirm his own situation, he felt his ankles firmly grasped by something intangible.
His calves, his arms, the clothes on his chest and back were all tightly seized!
In the spirit vision he had long since activated, Klein saw blurry, transparent figures. Some were mutilated, some drenched in blood, some with charred skin, some pale and ghastly.
Hoo... An icy wind from an unknown source blew from behind his neck, making all his hairs stand on end and his body tremble uncontrollably.
The dark golden Sun Brooch on his chest suddenly flickered. Golden illusory flames instantly ignited all around him!
These flames exuded the aura of the sun, dense enough to form an ocean.
This was the "Flames of Light" from the "Sun" domain!
The terrifying wraiths surrounding Klein silently screamed and disappeared. The ominous wind behind his head was also replaced by the dry heat generated by the "Sun Brooch".
Temporarily safe in this environment, Klein couldn't help but sigh with fear: Even though he had prepared in advance and possessed an item that countered the opponent, going one-on-one against a Sequence 5 "Wraith" was still precarious. His "performance" had almost failed at the very start!
Not far from
His eyes, glimmering with a sinister green light, were filled with malice and desire, as if he had also lost his reason and ability to think.
At this moment, reminded by the earlier gunshot, Maric had already distanced himself and commanded the expressionless Walking Dead who had crawled out of the earth to intercept and block the "Werewolf" Tyr, while he himself circled around, creating slippery thin ice and rotting mud to impede the opponent's movement.
"Werewolf" Tyr, holding the crimson-glowing miniature full moon, ran without pause until he was accidentally blocked by a Walking Dead, then he casually swiped at it.
Swish!
The Walking Dead was torn into six pieces directly, its already rotten flesh and writhing maggots spilling all over the ground.
"Werewolf" Tyr was stunned, looking at his own claw in disbelief.
He then realized that the boost from the "Crimson Moon Crown" was by no means limited to speed.
He felt he had grasped some powerful and strange spells!
Tyr stopped fleeing, turned around to face the pale Maric.
At this moment, "Walking Dead"
His eyes were almost pressed against the crack of the bronze door, staring coldly at the unspeakable eyes hidden in the deep darkness.
That place seemed to be the destination his soul yearned for.
"No!"
The body possessed by the desire to kill and slaughter shouted out, piercingly shrill!
"Werewolf" Tyr, who was ready to counterattack, paused. He gritted his teeth and threw the miniature full moon in his hand towards the "Wraith" Steve.
Only by letting the Sequence 5 powerhouse regain his strength and receive the boost could the battle end quickly, and only then could "Walking Dead" Jason be saved!