The Ghost Hunter And The Terror!

Dark Forest

Claude was about to speak when Larissa suddenly stopped smiling and waved her hand, saying: “Wait, I think I heard something!"

After speaking, she didn't wait for everyone to react, her movements fluid as water, her hands continuously weaving together, her mouth muttering incantations. Claude watched, dazzled by the display. He then realized that the magic of the Demon race wasn't much different from that of the Human race, except that ordinary magicians needed a staff to channel energy, whereas the Fox Clan could do it with just their hands. It seemed complicated, but their speed was no less impressive.

"Appear!"

Suddenly, she shouted, and the air around them rippled, followed by a soft groan. Turning their gaze, they saw a middle-aged man with a despicably cowardly face lying on the ground. However, the man was covered in wounds, his breathing weak and feeble. Seeing Larissa appear before him, he weakly smiled: "Beautiful lady… our fates cross again… cough cough… indeed, I'm blessed