Step! Step!
Razeil Walked forward, her steps calm and unhurried.
On the other hand, Zich continued retreating until his heel touched the boundary of the silver circle.
As long as he took another half step, he would immediately fail.
He clenched his teeth together, a bitter look appearing on his face.
In his thoughts, Razeil's figure appeared in front of him, her extended finger passing through the final gap in his defense and heading directly toward his forehead.
This time, he no longer had anywhere to dodge.
And the most painful part was the fact that it was fifty nine seconds, painfully close to the 60 second mark.
FWOOOSh!
Suddenly, right then, a black light flashed.
The figure standing at the edge of the silver circle instantly changed.
Razeil's fingertip did not touch Zich's forehead. Instead, it touched the brow bone of an undead skeleton soldier.
