"Volcano!"
Wind Kill's pupils trembled violently.
It wasn't just anger or grief for his comrade's death; more so, he realized that with Volcano dead, he stood no chance against the elusive black robe alone.
But.
After killing Volcano, the black robe began flickering again, appearing at the front, then the back, the left, and the right, without warning or pattern.
Wind Kill could only roll on the ground back and forth.
Dodging time and again.
He knew the black robe was waiting for an opportunity.
Any delay in reaction or sluggish movement could mean a golden bullet coming his way.
Under such mental pressure, Wind Kill's mind was at the brink of collapse every moment, and soon he felt mentally exhausted and physically weak.
"No, at this rate, my body won't hold up."
