Oh?
'A gift from the King of Skeletons of the Undead World?' Wei'en glanced at the sky in surprise.
'It seems I'll have to repay it later, but for now—'
"Secret Master!"
Wei'en's voice rang out again as his figure flashed out from the crowd, appearing before Henrik.
He activated his talent, Spiritual Conversion. His resilience level instantly reached ten thousand!
He threw a simple, unadorned punch!
"I want you dead!!"
Henrik's eyes were already cracking, and a towering inferno of rage drowned his sanity. His six giant mouths spat out black light once more, charging madly toward Wei'en's fist.
Wei'en's expression was ice-cold. His fist shattered the black light and landed on Henrik without any resistance. The two of them passed each other.
SHHCK!
