"Hey, did you see some idiot covered in black mist run out of here?"
The human in the white lab coat flared his nostrils as he asked viciously.
Kariya Matou no longer knew what words could describe everything happening before him. But then, the human's nostril-flaring stopped, and his gaze turned toward Zouken Matou, who was lowering his head to check whether there was an error in the magic circle.
"Taking him along too?"
As though he were speaking with someone, this scene immediately caught Zouken Matou's attention. He looked up at Wu Biao, his brows knitting slightly.
Was it an illusion?
Zouken Matou wondered inwardly.
For an instant, he seemed to see a slowly vanishing vortex behind the human. Yet when he looked carefully, there was nothing there.
Hm?
Just then, Zouken Matou's vision blurred. A black shadow enveloped him, and the summoned human suddenly appeared before him, reaching straight for his throat.
Bzzzz—!
Zouken Matou reacted with remarkable speed. Almost the instant he sensed danger, the sound of insects buzzing their wings rang out. A cloud of black mist rose up and swept toward Wu Biao.
Boom!
Scarlet flames appeared from nowhere, reducing everything within the black mist to ash. Zouken Matou's pupils shrank to pinpoints as he tried to pull away and retreat.
But even suppressed, Wu Biao's speed was far beyond anything Zouken Matou could match.
Almost the moment he took a step back, that hand, like a pair of iron pincers, clamped around his throat and lifted him off the ground.
At the same time—
Pitch-black chains emerged from the vortex passage that only Wu Biao could see, which was gradually closing.
Yet the chains were not aimed at Zouken Matou in Wu Biao's grasp. Instead, they shot toward the ceiling of the basement, blasting