Chapter 332: Chapter 231: The Encirclent Missing Three_3
She sensed the breath of death!
“You… how do you know my na…! You are not a Supernatural Creature… who the hell are you?!”
She struggled to growl.
But Chen Lun did not answer her; instead, he turned his head to look elsewhere.
A hundred ters away, a pitch-black hemisphere was inverted on the ground, and bursts of loud noise emanated from within.
That was Mr. Bales’s “Night Domain,” where Captain Talelang of the Executioner squad and the wax woman, Hilna, were trapped, fiercely clashing with each other.
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Mr. Pot and Mr. Bottle worked in perfect harmony, dealing with the attack of four Executioners, and it was the Executioners who were at a disadvantage.
They were hit with all sorts of Curses and had inhaled disease smoke; facing Mr. Pot’s iron fists and heavy kicks, they had no choice but to flee in panic.
A slight misstep ant serious injury, bordering on death.
Akebin and Drake faced the only two Sequence Six mbers in the Executioner squad, plus three ordinary mbers.
But the duo of Akebin did not panic; they appeared very composed.
This was thanks to Chen Lun, who had brought the team to the Spirit World in advance, where Akebin had ticulously set up his sche.
Now that combat had comnced, the pre-arranged potion bottles were activated, and in the environnt where disease spread, it was Akebin’s ho turf.
The opponents were elite Transcendents from the Shelter and were not weak, but Akebin and Drake were mbers of the Murder Club, only stronger.
Although the Executioners had taken Poison Resistance potions, Akebin’s supernatural diseases were still gnawing at their bodies.
Surrounded, Akebin released two diseased hounds to hold the front, coupled with Drake of the Flesh Faction, a Sequence Six, the Executioners could not overco them imdiately and instead suffered heavily from the diseases.
When Drake was injured, he would draw his opponents’ blood to heal his injuries, and even swallow their attacks to strengthen himself.
In dangerous situations, there was also Akebin the “doctor,” throwing all sorts of strange potions that intensified his enemies’ sickness while healing Drake, the diseased hounds, and himself.
The Executioners were in deep distress.
“Daring to be distracted in the midst of battle? Die!”
Laisley noticed Silver Pot’s gaze drifting elsewhere, her eyes fierce, and with a held breath, she suddenly retreated and turned around.
Thwack—!
Her forearm was severed by a sword, blood spilling out.
At the sa ti, she seized a mont, and her other hand aid at Chen Lun’s left chest, gripping the air and squeezing tightly.
“Heart Crush!”
Silver Pot scread, clutching his chest, staggering backward.
In the last mont, he threw his long sword with all his might, but it was off-target, dodged by Laisley who shifted her body, and it stuck into the ground with a thud.
“Seize the chance! Kill him now!”
Laisley shouted breathlessly, the corner of her mouth bleeding.
The next second, two Executioners rushed forward, attacking together with fierce expressions and fists covered in electric arcs.
It was the sa pair who had threatened Chen Lun earlier in the interrogation room!
Whoosh—!
A flash of black light.
Speed so extre that only a blurred claw mark was left in Laisley’s field of vision.
Simultaneously, two thwacks were almost heard at the sa ti.
A droplet of blood splashed onto Laisley’s face; she widened her eyes in disbelief.
There before her, Silver Pot’s hands transford into pitch-black claws, piercing through the hearts of the two Executioners.
Snap!
Chen Lun withdrew his hands, the shiny black claws slowly shifting back to the shape of normal palms.
The two n in front of him collapsed with a thump, struggling for breath, coughing blood, and without their hearts, they were not going to live much longer.
“This… this is impossible! How are you completely unhard?!”
Laisley took a step back, her eyebrows furrowed, panic flickering through her eyes.
Chen Lun pulled out a white handkerchief from the Blood Poem Ring, wiping the blood off his hands.
“How was my performance? Quite realistic, wasn’t it? As a Transcendent of the Constellation Faction, in matters of Deception, how co you are not as professional as …?”
He chuckled lightly.
This ti, facing the “Heart Thief”‘s supernatural power, he did not activate “Maggie’s Tear,” for a simple reason—
Chen Lun knew Laisley’s details and had used Magic “Body Separation” early on to move his heart to a different location, plus the “Moon Goddess’s Shelter” blessing that boosted his Mysterious Resistance, so her sneak attack was ineffective.
In Laisley’s gaze, Silver Pot was holding up the handkerchief which fell to the ground, and the next instant, his figure suddenly disappeared.
The next second.
She felt a hand climbing up her neck.
A familiar voice ca from behind:
“Lady, no one will save you this ti.”
Laisley’s pupils constricted; the voice from the silver pot was wholly different from before.
She rembered a person.
“Jack…”
Laisley’s voice was dry and trembling.
Crack—!
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