Yan Xing, having escaped the attack, steadied himself, but the three-headed Werewolf once again teleported behind him.
Yan Xing narrowly dodged the three-headed Werewolf's attack once again and urgently asked Chui Chui, "His movement speed is faster than mine. My only advantage is now gone. Do you have a way to deal with him?"
In Yan Xing's consciousness space, Chui Chui sat in front of a computer desk, surrounded by screens.
Her fingers typed on the keyboard at an untraceable speed, with screens of code scrolling upwards.
"Master, Spatial Movement must first establish spatial anchors. I am currently collecting the flow of Magic Power triggered by the enemy's teleportation and then hacking the Teleportation Magic he is using. Master, all my computing power is now dedicated to hacking the Teleportation Magic. I cannot provide you with Magic assistance anymore. Please be careful, Master..."
