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The bundle had unfurled, revealing a spherical object that rolled out-a severed human head!
“Holy crap!” Ezra jumped back, his face turning pale. To his shock, the decapitated head belonged to one of
Caspian’s disciples.
“What?” Caspian’s face darkened, his gaze turning cold. “Who the hell are you? How dare you kill my disciple?
You’ve got some nerve!”
“So, you’re the sicko who spiked our drinks with those zombie worms?” A figure emerged from the shadows,
stopping at the living room doorway. The dim light exposed Dustin’s face, surprising Ezra. “Dustin? What are you
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdoing here?!”
“You guys suck at hiding your tracks, so now, I’m here to settle the score,” Dustin said nonchalantly.
“Settle the score? Who do you think you are? Acting all tough in front of Sir Yuletide? You’re digging your own
grave!” Ezra spat and quickly hid behind Caspian.
“Sir Yuletide! This bastard here is the one I want to deal with!”
“You killed my disciple, and now you dare to seek revenge? You truly don’t know your own limits!” Caspian sneered.
“Do you know my limits?” Dustin chuckled. “Do you know why I dared to show up here?”
“What? Do you have reinforcements?” Caspian scanned the surroundings. “No reinforcements. One person is
enough to deal with the likes of you,” Dustin said nonchalantly.
“How arrogant!” Caspian glared and angrily declared, “You dare underestimate me? Today, I’ll make you wish you
were dead!”
With a flick of a wrist, a large amount of black smoke sprayed out from Caspian’s long sleeves, pressing toward
Dustin like a tidal wave.
Dustin lightly blew, and a strong wind rose, causing a whirlwind of sand and stones. The black smoke that had just
rushed towards him was instantly blown away with even greater force.
“What?” Caspian’s expression changed slightly. He frantically waved his long sleeves, forming a true energy barrier
that shielded him from most of the black smoke. However, a small portion of the residue drifted toward Ezra.
Ezra first froze, then felt an intense itch all over his body. He scratched uncontrollably. “Why is it so itchy? What was
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmthat thing just now?”
The more he scratched, the more unbearable the itch became. In a matter of seconds, his body was covered in
bloody scratches, especially his face, which was torn and disfigured.
“Ah!” Ezra screamed in pain. He couldn’t control himself, relentlessly scratching as if he wanted to tear himself
apart.
“Sir Yuletide! Save me!” he shouted in despair. At this rate, he might actually die from the scratch wounds.
“You’re truly useless!” Caspian frowned slightly, immediately taking out a bottle of potion and pouring it on Ezra.
After a few moments, Ezra finally stopped scratching.
However, he now looked disfigured and covered in blood.
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