At this moment, the shadow seemed to gain a tangible sensation, cold and damp, instantly binding Klein within it, turning him into a mosquito trapped in amber.
Klein's figure was then flattened and compressed, degenerating into soft paper that quickly rotted into mud.
"Paper Substitute"!
Having sensed the danger in advance, he had timely used a "Paper Substitute"!
His figure, clad in a black clerical robe, subsequently materialized at the other end of the dining table, his mouth opening wide to produce a bang sound.
Just then, Klein's mind suddenly grew dazed, and everything around him seemed blurry and indistinct.
He instantly understood that he had been forcibly pulled into a dream!
And this also confirmed to him that the ability to remain clear-headed and rational in abnormal dreams had long been solidified into his own trait, no longer requiring the aid of the Gray Fog!
With a slight struggle, Klein immediately woke up and saw the shadows in the room surging towards him like tidewater.
Bang!
He opened his mouth and produced an air bullet with extreme penetration and power.
The bullet struck the shadow, directly blasting a large blank area.
The surrounding shadows, like flowing water, immediately poured back to fill it, restoring everything to its original state. Klein seized this opportunity to roll aside and made the glove on his left hand turn pale, tinged with a sinister green.
With a splat, the spot he had just occupied was hit by a mass of flesh flying out from the shadow, covered with a crimson carpet full of strange mold.
Vaguely, Klein felt himself being weakened. Not having time to think deeply, he immediately let a layer of ice spread from under his feet, emanating a chilling cold.
Frost condensed on it, quickly freezing the shadow. Under the clear crystal, the blackness wriggled and twisted like petroleum that had its own life.
"Living Corpse" "Freeze"!
Klein rolled again to change his position while causing his glove to protrude black particles, deep and dark.
Then he straightened up, faced the shadow beneath the ice, and spat out a demonic word full of filth:
"Slow!"
Suddenly, Klein saw the flow and wriggling of the shadow slow down, becoming extremely sluggish, but his own thoughts also became stagnant, unable to follow up with an attack in time.
His "Blasphemous Word" had been twisted. It was originally aimed at the shadow but was distorted to affect the entire living room, thus affecting himself.
In just the span of a breath, Klein broke free from the slowed state and, without thinking, pounced to the dining table, grabbed a plate with half a steak on it, and hurled it violently at the shadow.
During this process, his left glove, though still deep black, emanated a sense of sinister nobility.
"Bribe"!
He was using the steak to "bribe" the enemy, weakening its attack, defense, and control abilities!
Just then, the shadow suddenly retracted to the corner, causing the plate to smash onto the melting ice and shatter into pieces.
Then, the shadow surged upward, evolving into a pitch-black figure draped in a hooded robe.
In the figure's hand, a transparent blurry book had appeared, accompanied by a distant, ethereal chant:
"I came, I saw, I recorded."
As soon as the chant began, the book flipped rapidly, conjuring a spear of blazing white, super-hot flame in front of it.
Mr. A? Has he completely gone mad? In such an environment, he dares to use a fire-type Beyonder power? Klein's heart tightened, his thoughts raced, and he quickly strode towards his opponent, dragging his left hand behind him.
"Creeping Hunger" quickly took on a dark, deep, depraved color, then condensed an exaggerated greatsword composed of red magma and pale blue flames.
Thud!
Klein stomped heavily, twisted his back, drove his shoulder, and fiercely thrust out his left arm.
The muscles of his arm bulged high as he swung the "Magma Sword" upward from below!
Pfft! The dazzling greatsword struck the flame spear, and points of blazing white, pale blue, and vermilion light burst out in all directions, igniting the chairs and the curtains.
The noisy murmurs from the street outside had already vanished; one by one, the shadowy figures all turned in this direction, utterly silent.
After shattering the flame spear, Klein bent his knees, dropped to one knee, and snapped his right fingers.
Crack!
All the flames in the room went out.
Klein didn't move. He felt that countless gazes were trying to pierce through the curtains, searching for anomalies.
The hooded figure formed from shadows also made no move; even in his previous madness, he seemed to sense an indescribable terror slowly approaching.
In the dark room lit only by a trace of crimson moonlight, Klein and his opponent—one kneeling on one knee, the other standing against the wall—seemed to have turned into two statues.
In the extremely oppressive absolute silence, time passed abnormally slowly. Klein merely counted to ten in silence, yet he felt as if an hour had passed.