"Damn it! That accursed Demoness!" The Magician was in a bit of a disarray; his coat was covered in frost, but the flesh exposed underneath bore scorched wounds.
The stream of flames he released for his Flame Jump had, to some extent, fueled the Demoness's black flames.
"Spending too much time with a bunch of rookies, I've become complacent…" The Magician gasped for breath, clearly dissatisfied with his performance.
In the battle just now, their first wave of sneak attacks was dodged by the Demoness, causing the situation to change instantly.
Relying on her familiarity with the terrain and strange silk abilities, she was like a mother spider; close-quarters combat was impossible. The Clown who was with him was also bound by the Demoness's silk and thrown downstairs.
He kicked the ice shards at his feet fiercely. Taking rookies on missions was indeed deadly; his own reaction was half a beat too slow, and he hadn't realized they had been exposed the moment they snuck in.
"Mirror Doppelganger, truly a troublesome ability…"
"The Demoness's life-saving methods are truly well-deserved…"
He tore open his collar, gasping for breath, his molars grinding. The playing card that should have sliced through the Demoness's brow was now quivering, stuck on a mirror five meters away.
His condition wasn't good, but the Demoness's condition wasn't much better.
The Demoness named Shelun had stepped into a trap he laid and was hit several times by his air bullets.
With such injuries, even if the opponent was a Warrior, she would definitely not be feeling well.
As long as he persisted, and waited for his teammates to arrive as backup, that Demoness would undoubtedly be defeated.
It was precisely because of this that the Demoness, realizing she was in a war of attrition, did not linger in battle. After dealing with the Clown, she quickly broke through a window and fled.
The Magician, not in good condition, did not immediately pursue, but waited for his teammates' support.
With the Seer's abilities, that Demoness would definitely not escape. At that point, with the few of them together, dealing with the injured Demoness would only be a matter of time.
"Where are those kids?"
"Did they run into that Demoness?"
Seeing that his teammates hadn't arrived as backup, the Magician immediately had a bad feeling. He quickly reached out and transferred the wound on his abdomen to his left arm. The pain made his vision darken, but at least he could move freely.
"These troublesome guys…" He got up and walked towards the door.
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Klein swore he had never encountered such an awkward situation.
If he didn't count the Divination Club incident, this was the most awkward situation he had ever encountered.
Like his colleagues around him, he was also somewhat at a loss looking at the three figures in front of him.
In front of Mrs. Sharon's house, two teams faced each other in a standoff.
Neither side moved, fearing to ignite this powder keg that would explode if lit.
Who are they, and why are they here? This question lingered in the Nighthawks' minds.
And the Circus team on the other side had similar questions.
"Who are they?"
"Judging by their clothes, they look like Nighthawks. Why are Nighthawks here?!"
But one thing both sides could be certain of was that the people opposite were definitely not to be trifled with.
After a moment of silence, Acting Captain Frey was the first to speak: "Who are you, and why are you here?!"
"We, we are…" The Clown's mind jammed for a moment, unsure what excuse to give.
No, at this point, saying their team was unrelated wouldn't work either; the other side wouldn't believe it.
The Clown gritted his teeth, then his lips curled into a slight smile.
"Please put down your weapons, clasp your hands behind your head, and squat down." Seeing the other party's strange reaction, Frey's expression became solemn as he continued.
Hearing this, the Clown at the very front smiled even more brightly. After exchanging glances with his teammates, the three gradually spread out, entering a combat formation.
The atmosphere gradually spiraled out of control.
"Bang!"
A gunshot broke the silence of the night.
Due to excessive tension, the Seer subconsciously pulled the trigger in his hand.
At this moment, everyone present's pupils instantly widened.
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"Damn it!"
"Where did those guys come from…"
Shelun stumbled, leaning on a broken wall, gasping for breath.
The collar of her lace nightgown was torn down to her waist, the blood-crusted fabric rising and falling with her breaths. Moonlight slid from her collarbone to the snowy skin beneath the torn fabric.
This was the instinct of "Joy," even when severely wounded and fleeing, every rise and fall of her skin subtly hinted at seduction.
In stark contrast to this alluring body, her face was filled with twisted jealousy.
If she hadn't left some arrangements in the house that allowed her to sense danger in advance, she would probably have become a charred corpse in that explosion.
As an experienced Demoness, she had also anticipated such a situation. For this, she had specially prepared several safe houses in Tingen City.
Because she didn't have much spirituality, she couldn't use Beyonder abilities to escape. But fortunately, as a Sequence 6 Beyonder, even in this injured state, her walking speed was not slow.
Unfortunately, she hadn't taken two steps when she heard footsteps from a distance.
Shelun's brows furrowed. Relying on the Demoness's perception of danger, she could confirm that the person approaching was definitely a Beyonder.
"Damn it, are they companions of those two people…"
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"The environment in this neighborhood is quite nice." Luo En muttered to himself, surveying his surroundings.
Compared to the Iron Cross Street district, which was full of rust, this district was much cleaner and tidier.
"Perhaps this is the rich area of this era…"
His footsteps suddenly stopped.
The Robot's spiritual premonition was triggered.
"Something is nearby…" Luo En immediately realized the anomaly.
His satchel suddenly vibrated violently, and Lachi, who was inside the bag, seemed to sense something as well. It used its front paws to pry open the satchel's buckle, and its body shot out like a compressed spring, leaping onto a nearby wall.
Then it shuttled back and forth on the surrounding houses, disappearing in a flash into the night.
"Tap… tap… tap"
He had no time to worry about Lachi; a sound of footsteps reached Luo En's ears.
With the enhanced vision of the Robot, Luo En could clearly see the appearance of the approaching person.
It was a woman covered in wounds, her lace-like nightgown was tattered, revealing the snow-white skin underneath.
Luo En could smell a peculiar fragrance on her, as if it could entice one's mind.
And the other party's soft, watery expression, as if calling out to him.
This peculiar temptation made Luo En feel a sense of familiarity.
That silver-haired woman from Backlund!
That's right, it was that woman… Luo En recalled his experience in the alley that day; the feeling he got from the other party at that time was the same as the woman in front of him.
The same Pathway?
The Robot also had a certain enhancement to its mental resistance. This temptation was still within Luo En's ability to resist.
He did not follow the other party's call, but instead slowly retreated, step by step.
The woman's condition was clearly not good, and Luo En didn't dare to make any too obvious moves, fearing to startle her.
"Huh?"
Luo En had only taken two steps when he found that he seemed unable to move.
He lowered his head and found that a black silk thread had already wrapped around his ankle.
Danger!