"Drip, drip!"
Blood continually dripped from the figure who had crashed in, falling onto the floor and quickly forming a small pool.
Richard raised an eyebrow slightly. Pandora and the other three, who had been about to leave, froze. Bi Bi stared at the figure while picking her nose, even forgetting to pull out her finger.
The figure who had crashed in raised a hand, as though about to say something. But in the eyes of Bi Bi and the others, it was undoubtedly a dangerous attack gesture. So, almost without a word, they struck.
The Lich Old Man was the fastest. He had already been irritated by the Eight-Armed Skeleton's appearance earlier, with nowhere to vent it. Seeing the intruding figure now, he clenched both hands, and a large mass of black mist surged out, condensing into a heavy God of Death Scythe.
Bang!
The God of Death Scythe tilted and smashed sideways into the figure's face. In an instant, there came a crisp sound of bones giving way under the strain. The right half of the figure's face visibly caved in, and under the tremendous force, he flew toward one of the room's walls.
But the figure did not hit the wall—just before impact, the Eight-Armed Skeleton appeared like a ghost. Two of its arms reached behind its back and somehow pulled out a heavy bone club made from countless bones. Then it swung the club in a full arc and brought it down with all its strength upon the figure's other, left half of the face.
Bang!
A chilling sound rang out. The figure flying through the air abruptly halted, then shot off in the opposite direction—where Pandora stood.
Pandora did not actually want to get involved. She was deeply immersed in studying now, and the more