Seniel certainly wasn't going to gamble that the item thrown at him was harmless, so he immediately dodged, flashed to a distance, and let the iron cigarette case sealed by a wall of spirituality fall to the ground.
Then, he opened his mouth again and let out a shrill scream.
The roar that seemed to come from deep within his spiritual body made Klein's head ache. Even though he often endured the ravings of existences like the "True Creator" and "Mr. Door," and had developed strong resistance to similar attacks, he still inevitably experienced a brief stun. His nose burned as if capillaries had burst.
However, his own resistance coupled with the weakening effect of "Bribery" meant that the stun lasted only an instant—something that "Blood Admiral" Seniel had no way of knowing.
So Klein pretended not to recover so quickly, showing a weakened side, waiting for the enemy to take the bait.
In a normal fight, because a "Wraith" could use mirror-like surfaces to jump and was unpredictable, even if he generated flames to continuously flash, he couldn't keep the distance within 5 meters. His manipulation of the "Spirit Body Threads" would always be interrupted as soon as it started gaining effect.
For this reason, he planned to take a slight risk, letting the opponent fall into the trap he had set, to quickly end the fight and escape to the cliff.
Seeing that the target had become noticeably sluggish from the damage of multiple wraith screams, Seniel didn't hesitate to make his aura turn deep and gloomy.
In the position of Klein's eyes, the figure of the "Blood Admiral" quickly appeared, scaled down and exceptionally clear.
This didn't seem like a reflection of the outside world; those two little figures seemed to live inside his pupils!
Just when the "Wraith's" possession was nearly complete, Klein, with his clothes tattered and charred, bent his back slightly and unhurriedly stretched out his hand to the left, like a polite gentleman saying "please."
"Creeping Hunger" maintained its eerie yet noble black color, forcibly twisting the target of the "Blood Admiral."
And because of the previous Freezing Aura, the area was covered in frost and crystal, equivalent to a mirror surface!
On the thin layer of ice, the figure of Seniel wearing a tricorne hat appeared, with a slightly surprised expression.
At that moment, "Creeping Hunger" switched to a deep black state, and Klein spat out a Demonic language word full of filth:
"Slow!"
Seniel, who was about to jump using a mirror-like surface, instantly stiffened. His figure was forcibly outlined, his movements very mechanical, and his attempt was unsuccessful.
Since "Slow" couldn't be used consecutively, Klein made the glove on his left hand turn pale, stained with a hint of green.
"Corpse"!
The frost and ice on the ground intensified again, quickly spreading to Seniel's side, turning him from the toes up into a complete ice sculpture.
Knowing that "Wraiths" had strong resistance to freezing, Klein didn't waste time. In a second, he made "Creeping Hunger" seem as if cast in gold.
The illusory black threads in his eyes faded, and two dazzling silver-white lightning bolts shot from deep within to the surface.
"Inquisitor," "Spirit Needle"!
Under normal conditions, Seniel's unified body would only be slightly affected, or even cause a backlash, but just having shaken off "Slow" and not yet released from ice, he had to forcibly endure this invisible arrow aimed at his spiritual body!
His mind felt like a knife tip drilling in, stirring violently, the pain spreading throughout his body, causing him to briefly lose his sanity.
When he came to and prepared to make consecutive jumps to create distance, the cold-looking adventurer across from him opened his mouth again:
"Slow!"
Shit... "Blood Admiral" Seniel's movements became sluggish again, and then he naturally suffered the subsequent "Freeze" and "Spirit Needle" attacks.
When he barely broke free, the black-haired, brown-eyed, sharp-featured Gehrman Sparrow expressionlessly opened his mouth for the third time:
"Slow!"
Seniel felt a mix of anger and despair in his heart, then fell into the previous cycle again.
Klein, who had been chaining three consecutive controls on his opponent, had already started covertly manipulating the "Blood Admiral's" "Spirit Body Threads."
Actually, his most effective method now would be to take advantage of the enemy's inability to break free and use the "Death Knell" revolver to fire two or three fatal shots, but previous failed experience told him that the enemy had a magical item that could make himself lucky. Too direct or too lethal an attack could easily lead to accidents, preventing the desired effect.
Because of this, he chose to gradually manipulate the "Spirit Body Threads"!
Time flew by. Klein ran around "Blood Admiral" Seniel to avoid potential attacks from the demigod of the Rose School of Thought, while manipulating the "Spirit Body Threads," gradually reaching a state of preliminary control.
Three seconds, two seconds, one second!
Seniel's thoughts suddenly stagnated, and every part of his body seemed covered in rust.
Klein no longer had the energy to use "Creeping Hunger" and continued to deepen his control while moving at a pace neither slow nor fast.
No... can't... continue... like this... Seniel's thoughts struggled, and he condensed a transparent tiny ice arrow in front of him.