Evelyn's knees trembled after seeing Howlmag sent casually flying. Her instincts screamed at her.
"Monster," a disciple of Martial Palace muttered, taking a step back.
The Duke smiled, showing his fangs.
"Don't bother looking for your leader. He's alive… barely. For now." His eyes narrowed slightly. "But I'll get to him later."
His gaze slowly scanned the group one by one, like a man inspecting livestock ready for slaughter.
"I wonder…" He tilted his head. "How many of you will scream?"
Then—
FWOOOSH!!
He vanished right in front of everyone.
Immediately, they all felt cold shivers down their spines. Fighting an unseen enemy was something they wouldn't wish on even their enemies.
"MOVE!!!" Evelyn screamed loudly, pushing two disciples aside.
BANG!!!
The Duke appeared exactly where they had been standing, his palm smashing into the ground and creating a massive crater.
Bang!
