At that moment, the shadow seemed to turn corporeal. It was ice-cold and moist, and it instantly bound Klein within it like he was a mosquito in amber.

Klein’s figure was squashed and compressed as he regressed into a piece of paper, rapidly turning into mush.

Paper Figurine Substitutes!

Having sensed the danger ahead of time, he had made timely use of Paper Figurine Substitutes!

His black-robed figure appeared on the other end of the dining table as he opened his mouth, producing a bang sound.

At this moment, Klein’s mind suddenly turned adrift as he found his surroundings blurry and unclear.

He instantly understood what was happening. He had been forcefully pulled into a dream!

And with this, he determined one point—his abnormal ability of maintaining his lucidity and rationality in dreams had already solidified and become one with him. There was no need to use the gray fog to do so!

After a brief struggle, Klein suddenly snapped awake and saw the shadows in the building slowly surging at him like a tidal wave.

Bang!

He opened his mouth and produced an extremely mighty Air Bullet.

This bullet struck the shadow, producing a huge swath of white.

The shadows around the whiteness immediately receded and filled it to the brim, returning everything to normal once again. Klein took this opportunity to roll to the side and turned his left glove pale with a tinge of dark green.

With a clap, the spot he stood at was smashed by a lump of flesh and blood that flew out from the shadow, covering the dark red carpet that was covered with strange mold.

In an unobvious manner, Klein had a feeling that he was being weakened. Without any time to think deeper into the matter, he immediately made his feet produce an icy layer that emanated cold air.

White frost crept up and rapidly froze the shadow. Underneath the crystalline frost was a squirming and warping pitch-blackness, like oil that had its own life.

Zombie’s Ice Stun!

Klein did another flip and changed his position while making his glove produce black granules that were profound and dark.

Right on the heels of that, he straightened his body, and facing the shadow beneath the layer of ice, he said a word filled with foulness, a word that came from the Devil language:

Slow!

Suddenly, Klein saw the shadow’s squirming slow down. Clearly, it was in an extremely sluggish state; however, his thoughts had also turned sluggish, preventing him from dealing any follow up attacks.

clearly directed at the shadow, it had been distorted

he lunged for the dining table, picking up a plate with half a piece of steak and throwing it at

remained dark black, but it had a

Bribe!

steak to Bribe the enemy, weakening the other

suddenly shrank back into the corner of the wall, allowing the dining plate to smash and shatter into the

upwards, taking the form of a pitch-black figure

front of him. It was accompanied by

book rapidly flipped through the

in such an environment? Klein’s heart tightened as his thoughts raced. He hurriedly rushed towards his opponent and held his left hand

colors of corruption before condensing a ridiculous great sword that

Thump!

shoulder back as he forcefully delivered a

bulged as he

down on the fiery spear, sending sparks of white, blue, and

murmurs outside the street had long vanished. All the indistinct figures had turned over

his knee and genuflected, snapping

Pa!

the

had a nagging feeling that a dense array of gazes were trying to see through the curtains to seek out any

action as well. Although he was acting crazy just

with tiny hints of crimson moonlight, Klein was genuflecting while the other was standing close to the

the unbearable silence, time passed by abnormally slowly. All Klein did was count ten seconds, and it

beast-like growls sounded once again in a staccato, disjointed manner, and the

the same time, Klein obtained initial control of his target’s Spirit Body Threads. The hooded man’s actions of pouncing

advantage of his

moment, his nose suddenly felt an itch as he

Achoo!

sneezed and lost his control over the Spirit Body Threads. Furthermore, his throat began to hurt as

had caught

a cold in

he had made a mistake. His constitution had long weakened due to the plague from the actual Demoness, Panatiya. He had no way to wait until the marionette conversion completed. He didn’t even have a chance of obtaining

Achoo!

of Corruption state and attempted to use his Distortion powers to reduce the effects of his

course, thanks to his Bribe from before, his condition wasn’t too serious. All it did was affect his control over the Spirit Body Threads, and not make him

opponent was leaving his shadowy state. The hood slipped backward,

Aurora Order Oracle had actually managed to survive

as though he was looking at a delightful delicacy. The hunger that was innate and instinctive wasn’t concealed at

wane because he still had sufficient strength

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