"Drip, drip!"
Blood continuously dripped from the figure who had barged in, pooling quickly into a small puddle on the floor.
Richard raised an eyebrow slightly, while Pandora and the other three, who were about to leave, were taken aback. Bi Bi, picking her nose, was so engrossed that she forgot to remove her finger.
The intruding figure raised a hand as if to say something. But to those four, it seemed like a dangerous attack gesture. Almost without hesitation, they acted.
The Witch Demon Elder was the fastest. He had been simmering with anger since encountering the Eight-Armed Skeleton, with no outlet for it. Upon seeing the intrusion, he clasped his hands, a dense black mist billowed out, forming a hefty Death God Scythe.
"Bang!"
