The Rose School of Thought Saint, known as Jax, looked up in the direction the wind was blowing from and said calmly, "He can't escape. Sylnes has already brought the Blood Pirates to wait for him outside the city."
"You lead the School of Thought members inside the city to pursue him. If he has helpers, drag it out and drive him out of the city. If not, directly make a move."
"The Mother Tree will guide us. He can't hide."
When mentioning the Mother Tree, Jax's expression and tone became extremely pious, as if he could prostrate himself on the ground at any moment, chanting the Mother Tree's honorific name while kissing the ground.
"Yes, Lord Jax." The Wraith, whose face was overly pale, bowed slightly. While bending down, he did not forget to glance at the strange little figure he held in his hand.
Tightening his right hand, his body quickly became transparent and ethereal, directly performing a "Mirror Blink" through the glass windows of nearby houses, rapidly traveling through the Mirror World and heading towards the direction of the church within the city.
Boom! Boom!
Several thick silver-white lightning bolts suddenly leaped out of the clouds, striking down from the sky and exploding at the spot where Jax stood.
After a burst of smoke and dust, only a scorched deep pit and scattered fine currents remained on the street.
Jax's figure appeared on a nearby rooftop, his eyes glowing with a faint green light, filled with an uncontrollable cruelty and bloodlust, as he looked up at the sky.
The dark clouds in the sky surged and pressed down continuously, with silver-white lightning streaking through them, making rumbling sounds and exuding an immense sense of oppression.
Several pale yellow paper figures were swept into the air by the wind. Under the silver-white electric light, the paper figures rapidly self-ignited, and faint golden flames outlined strange symbols in the air, which were then quickly shattered by the silver-white electric snakes.
On the second floor of a hotel at the end of the street, the Prophet Clone stood by the staircase window, quietly looking out at the scene.
Watching the constantly rising faint golden flames and the surrounding silver-white lightning bolts, he sighed with emotion, "Sea King has also learned to be cautious; he isn't giving me any chance at all."
As he sighed, faint blue light flowed in his eyes, like a reflection of a brilliant starry river.
Amidst the twinkling starlight, his body became transparent, like a statue formed by countless stars.
The statue shattered, and brilliant starlight surged, flowing through the cracks in the surrounding floor and walls, moving away from this street.
On a distant rooftop, Jax, enveloped by the swirling strong winds, gazed deeply in this direction. His body suddenly became transparent and ethereal, like a completely insubstantial phantom, moving through the leaves, papers, and tiles swept up by the strong wind.
The constantly striking lightning bolts did not affect him in the slightest; each time he was about to be struck, he managed to avoid it perfectly.
The pursuit between the two sides gradually moved away from this street, away from this city.
On the fountain plaza outside the Cathedral of Waves, robed clergy in dark blue robes moved about from time to time. Ever since Amon had once stolen from the Cathedral of Waves, the number of Beyonders stationed by the Church of the Lord of Storms there had increased.
On the street at the edge of the plaza, in the shadows untouched by the gas lamps, Klein moved forward at a steady pace. He occasionally looked up to observe the patrolling Punishers of the Church of the Lord of Storms, ensuring that he could attract their attention at the first sign of danger.
"Why do I feel inexplicably stimulated? Given my identity, I wouldn't have a good outcome whether I fell into the hands of the Rose School of Thought or the Church of the Lord of Storms. I hope I can successfully escape when they start fighting." As he sighed inwardly, he raised a hand to pull down the brim of his semi-tall silk top hat.
Behind him, Marionette Kircheis, carrying a dark bronze lantern in one hand and a stick-like object wrapped in black cloth strips in the other, walked quickly on the street, behaving like a Sailor rushing to the Red Theater.
In an unnoticed corner, Klein slowed his pace slightly. He was already close to leaving the range of the fountain plaza.
"Why is no one attacking yet? I'm almost out of the fountain plaza. They can't possibly expect me to turn back, can they? At that point, it wouldn't be the Rose School of Thought chasing me, but the Punishers of the Church of the Lord of Storms apprehending a suspicious person."
As he was about to turn into the next street, Klein suddenly stopped. He suddenly felt a sense of crisis that he couldn't pinpoint the source of.
"As expected, the Rose School of Thought people had already discovered me. They were waiting for me to leave the sight range of the Punishers patrolling the fountain plaza."
Taking a deep breath to calm his tense breathing, Klein turned his steps, appearing ready to return to the fountain plaza.
The moment his foot lifted, his movement suddenly stopped, and he stood frozen in place.
In his brown eyes, two male figures were reflected, both wearing black tailcoats, with sunken eye sockets, pale faces, and neat, precisely parted light brown hair, appearing to be in their thirties.
The next moment, the figures reflected in his eyes suddenly disappeared, then appeared in the pupils of Marionette Kircheis, who was following not far behind him.
The moment he was "Wraith Possessed," he controlled the Marionette to use the ability of the dark bronze lantern, twisting the possessed target into his own Marionette.
Immediately, he activated his Spirit Body Threads vision. He saw that his Marionette Kircheis had some Spirit Body Threads that did not belong to him.
"It really is a Wraith. Good thing I held back from observing the surroundings through Spirit Body Threads earlier, so as not to alert them. A Wraith's spiritual intuition can easily sense such gazes; Miss Sharron had shown this special trait before."
As thoughts spun in his mind, he had already tried to manipulate these Spirit Body Threads that did not belong to his Marionette, while also Magnifying the effect of his own Spirit Body Threads through the dark bronze lantern.
On Marionette Kircheis's body, a transparent, illusory face flickered in and out of existence, with a numb and ferocious expression.
"The magnified effect of the Spirit Body Threads is quite terrifying. In less than a second, it entered the preliminary control stage. I feel that if I just hold on for a minute, this Wraith will transform into my new Marionette. Unfortunately, I already have one Marionette, and with my current potion digestion progress, I am far from being able to control two Marionettes simultaneously."
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sound of something cutting through the air suddenly came from behind him. Klein directly abandoned manipulating the Spirit Body Threads of the Wraith possessing Marionette Kircheis. He lunged forward, rolled twice on the ground, and quickly stood up.
Several translucent ice crystal arrows flew past his hair, embedding themselves in Marionette Kircheis's chest, instantly forming a layer of frost.
Taking advantage of this gap, the Wraith possessing Kircheis quickly detached.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Again, several ice crystal arrows came from the Darkness in the distance.
Klein busied himself rolling on the ground to dodge, while simultaneously controlling his Marionette to counterattack.
"Die!" A Devil language word, full of defilement and Degeneration, originating from the Abyss, came from the Marionette's mouth.
The Wraith who had just broken free from the Marionette's body had not yet managed to make his figure completely transparent and disappear when his movements suddenly stiffened. His heart felt as if it was being fiercely squeezed by an invisible hand, stained with mottled red rust, his aura instantly weakened, and sparks coughed out from his mouth.
The next moment, Kircheis's body suddenly expanded, goat horns curved outwards from his head, covered in countless mysterious patterns, and a pair of giant bat-wing-like wings spread from his back, entwined with crimson and faint blue flames, emitting a strong smell of sulfur.
Variegated, illusory flames burned on the two curved Devil horns on his head, seemingly an Convergence of various desires and emotions. An invisible wave of impact struck the Wraith in front of him.
Emotions of despair and fear uncontrollably spread and surged in the Wraith's heart, making it difficult for him to think for a moment.
"Die!"
Another Devil language word, full of defilement and Degeneration, accompanied by the sudden flicker of the flame in the lantern he held.
Bang bang! Bang bang!
Even the Wraith, who had strong resistance to defilement and curse-type damage, at this moment, his pupils constricted, and blood surged madly to his brain, as if it would burst his head.
The magnified effect of the defiling words made his heart unable to bear the damage any longer. It began to burn with sulfur-smelling flames, turning into ashes bit by bit, and a pungent sulfur smell permeated from his mouth and nose.
"As expected of a Mystical Item at the demigod level, it solved a Wraith so easily. I feel that even if I encountered a demigod head-on, I wouldn't be completely defenseless." Klein sighed inwardly as he approached the Wraith's corpse.
Creeping Hunger still had an empty slot, and he planned to herd the Wraith's soul. Facing the pursuit from the Rose School of Thought, the Wraith's abilities would be very useful.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the Darkness, several translucent ice crystal arrows shot out again, and at the same time, two figures rushed out, one after the other.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Klein slightly opened his mouth, mimicking the sound of cannon fire.
The air in front of him was instantly compressed into air cannonballs, intercepting the ice crystal arrows flying through the air.
Then he quickly walked to the Wraith's corpse. The glove on his right hand writhed, and a scarlet mouth full of fangs grew from his palm, beginning to devour the flesh and blood on the ground.
While letting Creeping Hunger devour the flesh and blood, he simultaneously controlled Marionette Kircheis to block the surrounding enemies.
Crimson magma and faint blue flames intertwined into exaggerated giant pillar-like shackles, sealing the surroundings tightly, no matter how the people outside attacked, they could not shake it in the slightest.
Just as half of the Wraith's corpse was devoured, intense wind sounds suddenly erupted around him. Thick silver-white electric lights struck down from mid-air, engulfing both the flame barrier created by Marionette Kircheis and the Rose School of Thought members attacking the barrier from outside.
"How did the Punishers arrive so quickly?" Klein sighed, then reached out and picked up the remaining half of the corpse from the ground, starting to sprint away.
Marionette Kircheis diligently followed behind him, wielding an exaggerated greatsword composed of crimson magma and faint blue flames, intercepting all the wind blades and lightning bolts attacking him.
A Punisher with dark blue hair suddenly opened his palm forward. The surrounding wind, under his influence, became viscous, turning into invisible ropes, hindering and binding Klein and the others' progress.
This effect lasted only for an instant, as the light from the dark bronze lantern held by Marionette Kircheis flickered.
The invisible wind around them became chaotic, forming an area around them with no obstruction whatsoever.
At the same time, the standard for measuring distance became chaotic. He and Marionette Kircheis could cover tens of meters with each step, and they quickly left this street, leaving the Church of the Lord of Storms' Punishers behind.
Klein ran forward quickly, shifting his position from time to time to dodge the wind blades coming from mid-air behind him.
Above his head, dark clouds pressed down in layers, and silver-white electric snakes darted through the clouds, as if brewing a fatal strike.