Little Devil

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

"Pfft—"

A full three seconds passed. The Main Laboratory in front of the Lich Old Man remained unchanged, but a long sound rang out behind him. Then the surrounding air became unbearably foul, almost suffocating.

The Lich Old Man's serious expression gradually became impossible to maintain in the murky air, slowly collapsing. In the end, the corners of his mouth twitched wildly, revealing an extremely awkward expression.

Awkward. Truly, terribly awkward!

For the Lich Old Man, there had been a moment just now when he forgot his circumstances and thought he was still the powerful lich capable of easily destroying towns, so he had attacked with all his strength.

The result was that he was indeed a lich, but he was not powerful at all right now. Not only had he failed to destroy his chosen target, but because of the flaws in his current body, he had produced that long sound and fouled the surrounding air.

Touching his face, the Lich Old Man felt it growing a little hot.

He fanned the air with his hand, dispersing the foulness around him. Slightly relieved, he let out a breath and muttered to himself, "Mm, luckily there's no one here. If no one is here, no one knows what I just did, so there's nothing embarrassing about it. Good, good... Gah!"

The Lich Old Man stopped mid-sentence, having sensed something.

He was, after all, a lich. Even though he was currently restricted by an ordinary human body, he still possessed several special abilities, one of which was the ability to sense souls.

He sensed a soul quietly approaching him.

That was...

"Who is it?!" the Lich Old Man shouted, swiftly turning toward the direction from which the other party was approaching. His gaze became sharp