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.

Language of Foulness had been distorted, and although it was clearly directed at the

without any thought, he lunged for the dining table, picking up a plate with half

this process, his left glove remained dark black, but it had a sinister and

Bribe!

used the steak to Bribe the enemy, weakening the

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

form

a transparent and blurry book appeared in front of him. It was accompanied by a distant and indistinct chant: “I came, I saw, I

as the chanting sounded, the book rapidly flipped through the

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

before condensing a ridiculous great sword

Thump!

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

his arm bulged as he swung

spear, sending sparks of white, blue, and red

All the indistinct

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

Pa!

flames in the entire room were

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

as well. Although he was acting crazy just moments ago,

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

silence, time passed by abnormally slowly. All Klein did

manner, and the indistinct figures outside

his target’s Spirit

bent his body and circled the area, preparing to take advantage of his opponent’s delay to disrupt any of his subsequent counterattacks and slowly turn him

this moment, his nose suddenly felt an itch as he couldn’t help but open his

Achoo!

Threads. Furthermore, his throat began to hurt as mucus began to take

caught

caught a cold

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 had long weakened

Achoo!

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

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

away, Klein noticed from the corner of his eye that his opponent was leaving his shadowy state. The hood slipped backward, revealing

Order Oracle had actually managed to survive this long

Klein as though he was looking at

mood didn’t wane because