Ademisor soon reached the edge of the warehouse district, and the faint sound of boiling people came from outside the fence not far away.

As long as you step over that wall, you can enter the docks, and it is not yet eight o'clock, and the docklands are bustling with activity, and even Mrs. Sharon does not dare to make a move on the street.

His heart was secretly excited, and his steps kept moving faster and closer to the wall.

Suddenly inspired by it, Ademisor subconsciously dodged sideways, and a dagger burning with black flames suddenly stabbed at the position he had just had.

It's Mrs. Sharon!

Hit the small one, come the old one, really have you, the Witch Sect.

If you survive this time, you will definitely have a taste of witches if you have a chance.

Ademisor cursed secretly, and quickly regained his composure, not at all nervous because the enemy was the "Witch of Pleasure" from Sequence 6.

After the previous battles, he had digested a lot of potions, which made his "machine" state more perfect, and his control over his body and mind was further strengthened.

Ademisor constantly shifts position, as if hiding from an unseen enemy.

Not far away, Lady Sharon, covered in a black veil, sneered in a low voice: "Is the strongest way to be inspired? ”

From her point of view, Ademisor maneuvered left and right, pinpointing the threads that tried to wrap around him.

The corners of her mouth were outlined, her beautiful and charming brown eyes were dyed with a dark black color, and black flames swirled around her.

A transparent ice crystal spear stabbed out of the ground, covering exactly where Ademisor was about to land.

Ademisor's pupils shrank in mid-air, his eyes quickly rendering to a silvery white, and he precisely controlled his body in a twisted and strange posture to narrowly avoid the blow that was almost certain to hit.

Sequence 6's Frost Lance is significantly more powerful, and although he dodges it, the chill from the spear inevitably affects Ademisor, causing his movements to freeze.

Thin invisible threads quickly wound around like a wolf that smelled blood, further restricting Ademisor's movements.

The curvature of the corners of Mrs. Sharon's mouth gradually expanded, and she whispered to herself: "I've caught you, let's end it." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, black flames swirling around her shot out like bullets.

Strangely, however, the flames were not directed at Ademisor, who was wrapped in silk threads, but behind her.

Ademisor squinted, and several black flames shot out quickly became smaller in the air, as if they were being pulled by an inexplicable force, and finally froze in a pale blue flame cage the size of an apple.

The flame cage burned silently, emitting light that reflected the palm that held it.

"Good evening, ma'am." The palms of the hands suddenly closed, the blue and black flames were extinguished, and everything fell into darkness again, and the blurred figure of the comer appeared.

He wears a sophisticated black tuxedo with a pure black top hat on his head, which blends perfectly with the dark environment.

After bowing slightly in greeting, he straightened up, revealing a pair of gray-white eyes that contained madness and bloodlust.

"I think you hunted my prey by mistake." He spoke in a polite and low tone.

Lady Sharon leaned slightly to the side, controlling the spider silk to limit Ademisor's movements, as she looked at the comer.

"Your prey?" Mrs. Sharon, who couldn't figure out the depth of the other party, asked cautiously.

"Yes," said the comer, "I had a premonition that he would pose a mortal danger to me, and although I don't know how he did it with his sequence, from that moment on, he was marked as my prey. ”

"He's a substitute." Lady Sharon reminded the other party in an ambiguous tone, and then the corners of her mouth hooked and continued: "Killing him will attract the pursuit of the Storm Church." ”

"I see, thank you for your answer." The visitor held his top hat and thanked him.

At this moment, a breeze blew, the clouds moved slowly, and the blood moon that had just been obscured was rerevealed, and the faces of those who came were exposed to the moonlight.

Ademisore stared at him and recognized the identity of the visitor: Dauria, the postman.

Lady Sharon's delicate and small nose suddenly wrinkled slightly, and she whispered to herself, "The smell of sulfur..."

She looked up at Daouria with a seductive smile: "Mr. Blood, it is not gentlemanly enough to rob a lady of her pleasure. ”

"I'm sorry if I offended you." The cruelty and madness in Daouri's eyes were even worse, and his tone changed:

"However, he is my prey, please don't interfere."

"What if I say no?" Mrs. Sharon's voice became more and more seductive, with a coquettish tone.

Daouria looked at Triss lying at her feet, his palms suddenly clenched, and he whispered a demonic word full of filth and depravity: "Fall." ”

Almost at the same time, Mrs. Sharon's eyes darkened again.

Triss's body was covered with a slightly viscous black liquid, and it had a tendency to turn into an abyss, and the whole person exploded into broken pieces of paper and a depraved black mist.

When the black mist cleared, the mirror in Lady Sharon's arms suddenly shattered into pieces.

Triss suddenly appeared on her other side, wrapped in layers of filaments like a cocoon.

"You shouldn't have done anything to her." There was a rare look of anger on Lady Sharon's face, and ice crystal spears quickly pierced from the ground under Dauria's feet.

The demonic whisper, full of filth and depravity, sounded again: "Slow. ”

The ice crystal spear froze instantly, as if it had suddenly run out of power, and was easily dodged sideways by Daouria.

He took a deep breath, quickly discarded the remaining reason, and looked at Lady Sharon with a cruel smile: "Your blood makes me restless. ”

Immediately, Daou's whole person quickly swelled to nearly 3 meters, a pair of goat horns were bent out of the top of his head, his skin was dark and evil, and his body was covered with countless mysterious patterns.

Behind it, a pair of giant bat-like wings spread out, wrapped in pale blue flames, emitting a strong smell of sulfur.

He kicked the ground with his right leg, and the whole person flew towards Mrs. Sharon like a cannonball.

Faced with a demonized opponent of the same sequence, Lady Sharon could no longer be distracted, and reluctantly disengaged from the spider silk that bound Ademisor.

Having regained his freedom, Ademisol quickly galloped towards the wall not far away, turning a deaf ear to the battle in the rear.

A few minutes later, he reached the wall, climbed hand and foot on the ground, and as he climbed over it, Ademisol turned his head to look back.

Tongues of fire erupted from the ground, constantly chasing the dodging figure of Lady Sharon, and the rich poisonous steam was released along with the tongue of fire, gradually enveloping the figures of the two warring people.

Smack!

His feet landed on the ground and he came out of the wall, and Ademisore did not stop for the slightest, and quickly rushed to the light not far away.

This is the southwest of the docklands, and at eight o'clock in the evening, the streets are full of wandering drunkards.

Ademisore calmed down the agitation caused by the successful escape and reached out his left hand to stop a rental carriage.

"Dragon Bar, hurry up!" He reported his destination with a little anxiety, and the coachman nodded and immediately threw off his whip and accelerated northeast.