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.

although it was clearly directed at the shadow, it had been distorted to target the entire living

Klein extricated himself from the slowed state, and without any thought, he lunged for the dining table, picking up a plate with half a piece of

dark black, but it had a sinister and noble

Bribe!

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

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

figure surged upwards, taking the form of a pitch-black figure with a hooded

the palm of the figure, a transparent and blurry book appeared in front of him. It was accompanied by a distant and indistinct chant:

the chanting sounded, the book rapidly flipped through the pages

use fire-related Beyonder powers in such an environment? Klein’s heart tightened as his thoughts raced. He hurriedly rushed towards

a ridiculous

Thump!

as he bent his back, pulling his shoulder back as he forcefully delivered a strike

on his arm bulged as

of white, blue, and

the street had long vanished. All the indistinct figures had turned over and there was extreme

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

Pa!

the entire room were

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

was acting crazy just

crimson moonlight, Klein was genuflecting while the other was standing close to the wall, it was as though

by abnormally slowly. All Klein did was count ten seconds, and it felt

sounded once again in a staccato, disjointed manner, and the indistinct figures outside began walking again, returning back

Klein obtained initial control of his target’s Spirit Body Threads.

area, preparing to take advantage of his opponent’s delay to disrupt any of his subsequent counterattacks and slowly

this moment, his nose suddenly felt an itch

Achoo!

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

had caught a

a cold

he had made a mistake.

Achoo!

Klein sneezed, he rolled away. Meanwhile, he switched Creeping Hunger to the Baron of Corruption

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 incapable of

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

Oracle had actually managed to

He looked at Klein as though he was looking at

moment, Klein’s mood didn’t wane because he still had sufficient strength to do