Using the lingering force of 100-Type Guanyin: First Palm, along with All-Out fanning the flames, Moyu put on the stance of someone ready to launch a ferocious assault at any moment.
That sunlike, dazzling aura and killing intent briefly intimidated the Phantom Troupe, only to stir up even fiercer killing intent within them.
Right here, they would fight to the death!
However—
Just as the Phantom Troupe was about to turn that surging killing intent into action, Moyu, radiating an awe-inspiring battle spirit, waved goodbye to them in the next second and vanished into thin air with a whoosh.
They'd been played...!
Seeing Moyu disappear into thin air, even Chrollo, with his exceptional composure, could not help but darken his expression, let alone the other members.
And Hisoka, the only one still left in the arena, inevitably became the focus of the Phantom Troupe's attention.
Boom!
In a fit of rage, Uvogin abruptly raised his hand and smashed his fist, packed with Nen, into the ground.
Amid a deafening boom, a huge crater instantly appeared in the grass.
"Aaaah!!!"
Standing in the crater, Uvogin threw back his head and roared. His veined face was flushed red, and beneath the moonlight silvering the ground, he vented the indescribable, violent fury in his heart.
That ear-piercing roar spread through the entire Snow Palace courtyard at incredible speed.
The Phantom Troupe members, who would normally respond to Uvogin's booming voice by doing things like covering their ears, did not move at all now. Some were expressionless, while others wore dark looks.
Yet all their gazes were fixed on Hisoka.
It made Hisoka feel uncomfortable, and a powerful sense of danger rose within him.
However—
Hisoka could at least prove one thing.
He was not on Moyu's side.
More accurately, he wanted to stand