"Spirit Medium Squad?!" Fourth Seat's expression changed drastically at the sight. "Why are they here?!"
"They were most likely following the Whisperer here." Second Seat watched the seven figures warily as the space around him subtly warped, ready to flee at any moment.
Kill Wu Tongxuan?
Give him a break. Even the Whisperer could only be hunted down by the Spirit Medium Squad. Could the two of them, mere followers, last even a minute against them?
Though they were both in the "Klein" realm, the difference between them was worlds apart. And the other side was the Spirit Medium Squad, specialists in hunting ultra-high-risk, vicious superpowered criminals—beings akin to the God of Death. Who would dare confront them head-on?
Atop the silver pillar, a figure in black slowly extended his right hand toward Second Seat and Fourth Seat...
"Run!!"
Second Seat's hairs instantly stood on end. The space around him split open as he grabbed Fourth Seat and leaped backward. Space twisted, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished without a trace.
The figure in black who had raised his arm paused, then slowly lowered it and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Follower Second Seat. Fourth Seat. Target lost. Hunt failed."
The massive web of crackling lightning vanished in an instant. Seven black-clad figures leaped down from the silver pillars at the same time and stood before the imprisoned Old Dog Wu.
The central figure in black slowly walked forward and stopped before Old Dog Wu.
"You came..." A bitter smile appeared on Old Dog Wu's lips.
The figure in black reached up and removed his hood, revealing an extraordinarily young face. A trace of gentleness appeared in his cold, stern eyes.
No one would have imagined that the captain of the legendary, mysterious Spirit Medium Squad was