At this point, he turned back to gaze into the distance, a nearly wistful look appearing on his face.
"It feels like... if this keeps going, he's going to go mad."
"Did you really need to say that?!!"
Sunday's mind was practically buzzing.
First, Kal'tsit's wisdom had been forcibly crammed into Screwllum's head, then he got hit with an Order's Ass-Splitting Sword. If Screwllum didn't go mad, that would be the real miracle!!!
"What do we do next?"
"Topaz" spoke up at just the right moment.
"This is a little troublesome. Let's regroup first."
After thinking for a moment, Russell clapped his hands, and everything around them was swallowed up.
What happened?
That thought rose in Sunday's mind. The next instant, the sky turned flawlessly white.
Sunday landed on the ground and found himself in a land blanketed in ice and snow. The country was covered in white, and the cold made Herta's face twist almost instantly. Left with no choice, she tightly hugged Russell's body.
"What kind of place is this?"
she asked quietly.
"The other world you've always wanted to visit, but I never let you come to. It's also my birthplace."
As Russell spoke, he suddenly coughed violently and happened to spit out a mouthful of blood.
"You're injured?"
Ruan Mei noticed immediately and asked with concern.
"Where are you hurt? Do you need me to take a look?"
Sunday's pretty face tightened as well. Because this guy had gotten involved with his younger sister, he didn't actually like Russell very much.
But against Screwllum, who had yet to completely fly into a rage, none of them had much chance of winning. Right now, Russell was carrying the fight alone.
If anything happened to Russell now, the next battle would probably be a nightmare.
Seeing the group