To avoid damaging the building, Su Ming held back. He did not open with something like Space Cutting, instead planning to have Strangle pin the enemy down first, then carve him up carefully with the Lightsaber.
The symbiote's black tendrils burst from its host's body as if exploding, surging toward the enemy still squatting on the throne like a tidal wave. Strangle had already targeted the man's limbs and tail, ready to capture him.
As long as it touched even the slightest edge of him, nanoscopic tendrils would burrow into his body, control every cell, and turn the enemy into a puppet capable only of blinking as he watched himself die.
However, although the Blood King had been badly wounded in the previous air raid, it had also served as a warning. He had remained vigilant the entire time.
Though he was using the Crystal Ball's power to heal himself, he had kept his attention on the entrance to the floor, waiting for a direct confrontation with his enemies.
He was a madman, and he knew it. But there was another identity he would never forget: he was King Arthur's son, a knight. Though he pursued neither glory nor national prosperity, but rather the suffering of others, he still had his own convictions.
So the moment Strangle attacked, The Warrior immediately cast a spell. His figure flickered in the air, then vanished with a pop.
The tendrils all missed their targets, drooping over the throne.
"Trying to run?"
Magik immediately cast a counterspell, summoning dark energy to seal every window and doorway on the floor before reinforcing the walls as well.
"No need to worry. The Blood King won't run." Su Ming signaled for her not to be nervous. A Lightsaber sprang from his hand as he slowly walked toward