From the angle they were moving at, Lu Xin and Dracula, who had just crawled out of the window, had practically collided head-on with the Black Box ability users chasing them along the building's facade. Lu Xin and Dracula were visibly flustered, but the other side did not waste a single word.
Especially the Puppet-type at the very front. The moment he saw Lu Xin and Dracula, a mental thread had already shot toward them. They dodged it, but taking advantage of that moment, he bounced and swung through the air, closing the distance again. Still airborne, he waved both hands at them, spreading all ten fingers as far as possible...
"Whoosh." "Whoosh." "Whoosh."
Countless fine threads floated through the air and sliced across it in streaks, instantly sweeping toward Lu Xin and Dracula.
They could not see anything in their field of vision.
But in their senses, it was as if countless blades had suddenly pressed against their skin.
Those blades were so sharp that it seemed they would slice their bodies into several neat chunks of flesh the very next moment.
Startled, they simultaneously rebounded off the wall and leaped high into the air.
Using the momentum of that leap, they retreated as far as possible, dodging his invisible web of cuts.
At the same time, Dracula grew furious and directly hurled the half of the box in her hand at his face.
After several soft slicing sounds, the box was cut silently into several irregular pieces, which tumbled toward the ground.
Lu Xin and Dracula, meanwhile, stretched their bodies as much as possible while rebounding backward.
Once they left the wall, they had nothing to push off from.
Their bodies paused slightly in the gap between the two buildings, then gravity took hold and they rapidly fell.