Light? Have We Met Before!

The owner of those gray eyes was none other than Moriarty.

Gamp, the short, stout Minister of Magic, was like a dwarven warrior from Hobbit legends at that moment—nimble and agile.

He swung both fists, dealing heavy blows to the undead around him.

There was no doubt that the undead were extremely fragile. Quite a few unlucky ones were flattened by a single punch.

Meanwhile, Light's methods were particularly bizarre.

Light transformed into a small glowing sphere and flew through the air. Whenever it passed an undead, an arm suddenly emerged from the sphere, clenched into a fist, and smashed viciously into the undead.

The poor undead took heavy hits before they even realized what was happening and quickly dissipated.

Just like that, Gamp and Light carved out a path!

Moriarty followed far behind them. He hid himself well, sticking to them like a shadow. He was an expert in that regard.

The undead around them attacked indiscriminately, but Moriarty could use the moments when he killed undead to conceal himself.

Max-level movement technique!

God-tier positioning!

He always had all sorts of methods.

"Gamp and Light clearly haven't come here for the first time. Let me see where they're really going."

Moriarty decided to play the sneaky sixth man for once.

To ambush them. To be sneaky!

Gamp and Light were completely unaware of it.

The two fought side by side, and countless undead fell beneath their fists.

Yet they did not check their direction or map out a route. As though they were heading home, they moved forward with practiced ease while fighting.

No one knew how far they had gone—Moriarty even wondered whether Gamp and Light had gone so wild with killing that they had gotten lost here.

At last, a whistle sounded ahead!

"Toot-beep!!!"

"Hm?"

Moriarty looked