Lord of the Mysteries

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.

at the shadow, it had been distorted to

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

black, but it had a

Bribe!

the enemy, weakening the other party’s offensive, defensive, and

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

taking the form of a pitch-black figure with a

appeared in front of him. It was accompanied by a distant and

as the chanting sounded, the book rapidly flipped through the pages and produced a burning-white

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

was quickly tainted with the dark colors of corruption before condensing a ridiculous great sword that seemed to be combined from scarlet magma and blue-hot

Thump!

footsteps were heavy as he bent his back, pulling his shoulder back as he forcefully delivered a strike with his left

muscles on his arm bulged as he

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

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

fiery spear with a cleave, Klein bent his knee and genuflected, snapping his fingers

Pa!

in the entire room were

nagging feeling that a dense array of gazes were trying to see

well. Although he was acting crazy just moments ago,

hints of crimson moonlight, Klein was genuflecting while the other was standing close to the wall, it was as though the two of them had turned

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

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

area, preparing to take advantage of his opponent’s delay to disrupt any of his

suddenly felt an itch as he couldn’t

Achoo!

lost his control over the Spirit Body Threads. Furthermore, his throat began

had caught a

actually caught a cold

wary against a Demoness’s ailment based on his past experience when fighting Mr. A. He had been placed at a significant disadvantage back then, but in a battle that didn’t give him time to think, he had made a mistake. His constitution

Achoo!

rolled away. Meanwhile, he switched Creeping Hunger to the Baron of Corruption state and attempted to use his Distortion powers to reduce the effects

wasn’t too serious. All it did was affect his control over the Spirit Body Threads, and not make

his opponent was leaving his shadowy state. The hood slipped backward, revealing a face that looked beautiful like

actually managed to survive

though he was looking

wane because he still had