Even without Gadley's reminder, he had already squatted down and grasped a small suitcase. Just as the cold-faced gentleman was about to reach him with his knife, he twisted open the lock that secured the suitcase.
"Gurgle~"
Fisher, who had been prepared to finish off the Nali people with a slash, felt the hairs on his body stand on end. The innate fear of danger was maximized at that moment. He instinctively turned his head, and the next moment, a pure black liquid shot towards him fiercely.
Due to the evasive action in midair, Fisher inevitably fell under the pull of gravity. As he fell, he stared intently at the sky above. From the suitcase Curion was holding, the black liquid kept spreading. It seemed to be driven by some invisible force in midair, turning into an odd object resembling a Magic Cube. At the center of that cube, a twisted eye was constantly trembling, looking down at Fisher.
