McGonagall was spying on the South Gate's reaction.

Seeing her bow her head and cover her wounds in vain, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

"It's far more interesting to kill a beautiful young lady than to kill a dirty and ugly man, isn't it?"

He slowly arched his back, raised the scalpel above his head, and lunged out.

Prior to this, he had already poked hundreds of wounds on Nanmen's body, large and small, and Nanmen did not beg for mercy or cry out, or even question, except for dodging.

There is no weakness on her beautiful face.

McGonagall was not unable to see that the beautiful young lady was watching him, trying to find a flaw in him so that she could defeat him in one fell swoop.

But, he didn't care at all.

In his opinion, it was impossible for Nanmen to find his flaws, and he did not think that there were any flaws. Anyone who challenges him will die under his dreams, without exception.

Yumeori is exactly what he is capable of...... One.

With this ability alone, Nanmen has already shown a clear trend of decline, not to mention others.

"Die."

This time, he aimed at the heart of the South Gate.

His speed was fast, so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, and the south gate, which had been blinded by most of his perception and had lost most of his spiritual power, looked to him as just a stake.

Now, he's going to end the fight.

He seemed to have seen blood splatter under his blade, and pieces of flesh cracking and separating like tofu dregs, this was not the first person he had killed, but no matter which time, he did it with fanaticism.

Whoever is killed in the dream by him will also die at the same time in the outside world.

After that, he would take over all of the man's memories, take his soul, and, hide the new "Yumaori" in the victim's soul and throw the useless corpse out.

The victim will not perceive that he is dead, nor will the people around him perceive his death, but no matter what...... This person's true soul has disappeared, and what goes out is just a part of Dream Weaving.

When!

The blade touched the tough object, and McGonagall awoke from her fantasy, meeting the cold eyes of the South Gate.

"What did you say, little ghost?"

The look made McGonagall's heart tremble, and even the hand holding the knife trembled violently.

Nanmen took his hand, and along with his blade, snapped and snapped.

Tough Objects...... Was it just her hand? No, no, no...... What are you kidding, an ordinary human hand, capable of colliding with metal, makes this sound?

In fact, Southgate was wearing a pair of unremarkable-looking gloves on his hands, but McGonagall didn't realize what was so special about them.

The reason for this is that he is a man who rarely relies on weapons.

Don't look at his flying knives and stones playing so slippery, in fact, this flying knife is also an ordinary flying knife, and stones are also stones that can be seen everywhere, and it is not these weapons that are strong, but himself.

Not relying on weapons is a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing is that he will never fall into the embarrassing situation of being disarmed by the opponent, and the bad is ...... His imagination will be firmly limited, and if the other party pulls out some strange weaponry, he will misestimate the lethality of this thing.

"Hahaha...... How could it be, how could it be?! McGonagall jumped away like crazy, rolled on the floor several times in a row, and when she got up again, his panicked expression had changed, and he had become like a drunkard, and the heat in his eyes made it impossible to look at him directly.

He raised the knife again, the corners of his mouth cracked, revealing his sharp teeth.

Seriously, it was only at this time that Nanmen really realized how different this creature was from humans: they had shark-like teeth, the corners of their mouths that extended to the back of their ears, and when they were angry, they grew fluff on their bodies and shrunk a lot.

Their eyes resemble those of snakes, their skin is a strange blue-gray color, and they carry a pair of short, vestigial wings on their backs, so even if they are not wearing clothes, they do not have any sense of disobedience.

Fighting such a furry monster was really not Nanmen's intention, but she had already understood it just now, and it couldn't be avoided no matter what.

"That's what the intelligence says, the last survivor of the Gloria clan and the culprit of the catastrophe, McGonagall......"

Southgate remembered the information she had ignored, and the description of McGonagall was very brief, only a short sentence: If you do, please pray that he is in a good mood today, otherwise, you will be worse off than dead.

You know, it's generally impossible for intelligence companies to sell this kind of intelligence that looks like nonsense at first reading, after all, it's suspected of cheating money, and in order to prove that this sentence is not an exaggeration, in fact, in the love newspaper about McGonagall, there are some such data.

"This person is extremely dangerous, and there are a lot of people who have fought with him, although there is no obvious evidence of what happened to them, but after subsequent investigations and unannounced visits, we have come to the conclusion that all those who have dealt with him have more or less missing some of their memories, and their souls have traces of being transformed or even cut......"

Of course, the price of this information is very high, and if it weren't for the fact that Nanmen had some personal relationship with the guy who sold it, she wouldn't even be able to see it.

"I don't know anything about his abilities and flaws, and how sure am I that I can win against such an enemy? Is...... I'm looking forward to it. Nanmen rubbed his hands and rubbed his bones, making a clicking sound.

She's also a madman...... In a sense.

McGonagall's body shook twice, then vanished.

His fist appeared out of thin air behind the south gate after a few tenths of a second, and along with that fist, there was a terrifying shockwave.

In other words, even if Nanmen could avoid direct contact with the fist with her agile movements, she would definitely not be able to avoid the shockwave that followed, and she would definitely be hit.

However, the south gate did not dodge again.

She turned her head so indifferently and met the impact of the power that could shatter a mountain in an instant.

If there were any bystanders at this scene, they would have been so shocked that their jaws would have dropped to the ground: the seemingly weak little woman at the South Gate was fighting with a deformed mountain of air with her hands, and moreover, she resisted.

The wind ruffled her long hair, cutting tiny cuts on her young and beautiful face, but the corners of her mouth gradually rose.

"You've been fooled, my beautiful young lady!".

Suddenly, a shrill laugh exploded above the south gate, and McGonagall, holding several scalpels, fell from the sky with a deranged smile.

Holding the south gate of the mountain with both hands, there was no time to deal with the attack from above!