"There's only you left, you lowly alien hybrid."
Looking at the silver-haired boy in front of him, Duanmu Huai grinned, revealing a sinister smile.
"What's wrong? Scream, shout, wouldn't it be better like the others? Or do you think you can beat me? With your wretched alien hybrid self?"
"Don't joke around————!"
The silver-haired boy's face twisted into a snarl upon hearing Duanmu Huai.
"I'm going to tear you apart! Die———!"
As he spoke, the silver-haired boy raised his hand, and numerous spider threads spread in front of him, turning into a fresh crimson color.
"Blood Ghost Technique. Mark Rotation!"
With those words, the gigantic web began to spin, rushing towards Duanmu Huai like flying blades.
But facing this attack, Duanmu Huai only sneered coldly before raising his left hand.
How foolish!
