He pretended to roll up his sleeves, and a dozen watches appeared on his wrists.

Nine

seven

five

three...."

At this time, a broken palm slowly crawled past Hoffa's footsteps, like a crab. He felt something was wrong, and looked up again. The bodies that had been smashed into pieces of ice began to squirm, and every little piece of flesh grew.

After taking out their wings, they all transformed into bats one by one and flew up from the ground with a flutter. Their number became more and more, and they gradually covered the sky and the sun.

“It’s much more than that!!”

Avada stopped the countdown, fearing that the world would not be in chaos and said ecstatically: "The power of the night god!"

Hoffa and Miller were stunned.

Miller was the first to react, dragging Hoffa and running outside the arena, and ran out of the arena in the blink of an eye.

Avada on the balloon not only did not stop, but looked at it and laughed: "Run, run, run as hard as you can, as long as you can win this game, it doesn't matter where you go, hell, heaven, mortal world,

As long as you can defeat the God of Death, it doesn’t matter where you go, there is an arena everywhere, hahahahaha~"

Countless bats fluttered together and transformed into a young man with gray hair and golden eyes. This time, he had wings on his back and was floating in the air unscathed, with an unusually ferocious expression.

"Blood."

After he finished speaking, he flapped his wings and disappeared.

The ghost and Avada on the balloon excitedly chased towards the place where the two disappeared.

"Do you have any other powerful spells?"

Hoffa asked as he ran wildly.

"No! It's too tough," Miller said anxiously, "There must be some special way to defeat him!"

Other ways... other ways...

As Hoffa ran wildly, his mind was spinning wildly. At this moment, an anxious cry came from in front of him: "Mr. Bach!"

Hoffa was ecstatic. He looked from a distance and saw a man standing on the edge of the island in his heart. It was Barty Jr. who had left before.

But his smile soon froze on his face, because little Barty had nothing on him, just the same as when he left.

Hoffa rushed to Barty's side in three or two steps: "Hey, have you borrowed the potion?" he asked.

"No!"

Little Barty shouted, "That silver-haired woman didn't see me at all. No matter how much I knocked on her door, it was of no use!"

"ah?"

Hoffa covered his forehead angrily, "Must it be so ruthless!?"

"Who? Have you seen Aglaia?"

Miller, who is right, asked Hoffa.

"yes."

"Oh, she is actually here." Miller was shocked: "How many years have it been?"

As they spoke, the sky turned dark red, and the two turned around to see that the Son of the Night God with wings on his back also flew out of the arena.

Hoffa rushed to Barty Jr. and grabbed his wrist: "Follow me!"

"Where are you going?"
Chapter completed!