Sixteen Nights Sakuya didn't know if it was Wang Hao's bad taste or his unpretentious strategy - fighting the Foggy Night Killer in the thick fog - it was more likely that it was both, but this red mist did cause a lot of trouble for the head maid.

These red mist are actually a part of Wang Yu's body, and their essence is similar to the ghost mist diffused by Ibuki Suika. You can provide cover for yourself and be able to kill and injure enemies.

It is also possible that this method of combat was stolen from Ibuki Suika, Wang Hui has always been able to burst out of the flash of wit in battle, and his well-balanced and all-round ability has also provided strong support for this wild fantasy, in the past battles with Wang Hui, Sixteen Nights Sakuya will always be disrupted by his sudden tricks.

This time was no exception.

In the red mist, two bright blood lights suddenly lit up. The black-haired boy raised his short knife and slashed it down with a fierce ecstasy.

"Qiang !!"

At that moment, the unsuspecting girl turned suddenly, and the short sword that swirled around the red thunder was able to block the demon's blade. Under the sound of the thunder exploding, both sides heard the faint sound of her wrist bone contusion, which made both pairs of eyes flicker.

No matter how much you rely on magic to strengthen it, the human body of Sixteen Nights Sakuya is still not comparable to the body of a youkai.

"What's wrong, my friend. How could you make such an unwise move?"

The demon laughed gracefully and bloodthirstily, and Sixteen Night Sakuya looked at the excited light in the boy's eyes, and instinctively felt something was wrong.

Wang Hui is aroused by the almost equal battle between the enemy and us, and he will be more fond of playing with his enemies by playing cat and mouse, and he will be condescending and playful and spread bad taste. The boy himself called this bad taste "pleasure", but it was only the side that he teased...... Obviously not pleasant.

As now, the boy pressed his left hand against his right forearm, slowly and irresistibly exerting downward pressure.

The swords froze, and there was a piercing sound of steel scraping. Red Thunder lit up Wang Yu's fanged grin and his scarlet and excited eyes, along with the red mist around him.

Red, red, red.

As far as the eye can see, everything is red.

The maid's own silver eyes seemed to be soaked in this endless bright red, and the dazzling blood light radiated from the depths of her pupils, and the girl's expression changed from resolute silence to the same hideous joy as Wang Yu.

A hideous joy for hurting and killing.

Foggy Night Killer, or ...... Jack the Ripper.

“Bravo！”

The demon smiled happily, and his arm erupted with terrifying power, flicking the dagger away, slicing its body in two unabated.

The silver phantom slammed away like foam, and the young man with long black horns growing out of his forehead raised his head, and the two scarlet gazes collided in the air, bursting out with a piercing killing intent.

The place shrouded in red mist is Wang Hao's home field, if that is the case...... Wouldn't it be nice to get rid of those red mist?

So time and space changed, and the petite body of the ripper appeared in an instant above the thousands of meters in the sky. The dagger in the girl's hand was gone, replaced by six silver knives—she was still the best at this.

"Maid Secret ......"

The familiar stagnation made the boy stunned slightly, and then turned into a brighter smile.

"Interesting. ”

"...... [Murder Doll]"

In an instant, endless silver rain fell from the sky with a piercing cold killing intent.

The silver daggers fell silently, without sending a ripple through the air. All of the daggers are favored by the plane itself, the cornerstones of this world leading their pace.

Wang Yu did not attempt to leap in time and space, the essence of the space-time jumping ability derived from the Tyndalus Hound is to change its own coordinates in time and space in the form of curve jumps on the timeline, which is extremely close to the origin, and is more clever than those ways to escape into another plane and then jump back.

But it's precisely because it's too close to the origin of time and space that it can't be used in front of Sixteen Nights.

This kind of behavior is like suddenly blowing in the ear of the head maid while working, and it is an out-and-out act of death.

And the ordinary arbitrary door teleportation technique will be ineffective, in Wang Yu's concept of magic, it is the radius of 1600 yards around Sixteen Nights, Sakuya's side comes with a constant dimensional anchor, and any spell psionic energy with the "teleportation" sub-school in the description cannot work.

"Heh, so it seems that you can only resist?"

The smile on the boy's face was violent, and the dark thorns peeked out of his neckline and crept up like a snake on his pale skin until he reached his eyes.

The scarlet vertical pupils instantly turned into bottomless black, and Wang Yu raised his wings, swallowing ink-colored clouds between his mouth and nose.

"I like it!!"

Surrounded by the red mist in the sky, the demon laughed excitedly and joyfully, and soared into the sky against the endless blades that overturned like a rainstorm!

Like the war depicted in a game called "Castlevania", witchers armed with exorcism weapons and vampires driving the fog have been fighting each other for hundreds of years.

It's just that the demon hunter family described in it is far less powerful than Sixteen Nights Sakuya, and the isotope of the other protagonist is also buried in Wang Hao's belly and becomes the nourishment for the evolution of the teenager.

And the direct result of this is...... The war between the maid and the deacon is earth-shattering!

The red mist condensed into the shape of a massive bat, and the monster's obscuring wings shook with a single shock, and the sound of the air trembling was like a hurricane, or the hoarse wail of a giant.

Those silver raindrops pierced the bat's body mercilessly, piercing and cutting, and the surface of the monster's body that had been unclear instantly festered, steaming up a highly poisonous mist. This makes the whole bat as obscure as the image reflected in a mirror that has been carelessly smeared with a handful of mist.

Correspondingly, the silver daggers that churned in the monster's body rusted and corrupted in an instant, crumbling into a touch of gray dust, leaving a path of stardust in the air as the monster's mist circulated.

The bat opened its mouth and hissed, and the face of Sixteen Nights, who was raining blades in the air, changed suddenly.

Don't forget, no matter how big it is and how incredible the ingredients that make it up, it's still a bat!

A circle of colorless ripples visible to the naked eye spread out from the monster's mouth and nose, and the sound waves beyond the human auditory senses drove the molecules on the dagger to vibrate wildly, although the protection of time and space made the stability beyond ordinary materials, but the intermolecular forces of the silver dagger at the microscopic level still broke in the manic movement, which is a force that can be explained by human science - ultrasonic resonance shattering!