Chapter 565 The Ghost’s Bad Hair Day
?Villain Ch 565. The Ghost's Bad Hair Day
Allen's intuition signaled that this encounter would not unfold like the previous one. His eyes bore into the spectral figure, the anger etched on her ghostly features. Allen's voice, tinged with a newfound wariness. "No, I think she isn't trying to communicate with us."
Shea, quick to grasp the shift in atmosphere, posed a question that mirrored the collective concern. "You mean she will attack us this time?"
"Possibly," Allen replied, his disbelief evident. The group tightened their formation, ready for whatever spectral onslaught might follow.
Zoe's curiosity cut through the tense air as she inquired, "Why? Did you guess that from her form or because she ordered those monsters to attack us?"
Allen weighed the factors. "Her gesture doesn't show that."
"Ya know, you shouldn't judge the book by its cover. Except if the cover is a naked lady picture," Alice chimed in with a playful jest, attempting to ease the tension.
Her attempt at humor was met with a series of flat stares from the group, including Allen, who seemed unamused.
Alice, sensing the misstep, grinned nervously. "I'm just trying to neutralize the atmosphere, ya know."
Allen redirected the focus. "Just prepare for another ambush or attack, okay? I will go first."
A collective nod rippled through the group.
Allen treaded cautiously towards the ghostly figure, his every move deliberate. His hands remained poised, ready to unleash his skills should the need arise. The weeping lady's angry wails surrounded him, creating an eerie symphony.
"Hello, miss. We mean you no harm. Can you tell us what happened?" he inquired, maintaining a calm and diplomatic tone.
But she didn't answer him. The weeping lady's ghostly form seemed to flicker, caught between sorrow and fury. The atmosphere brimmed with anticipation as the others observed from a safe distance, their readiness echoing Allen's caution. The angry wails persisted, a cacophony that hinted at the depth of her anguish.
In the face of the looming confrontation, Allen steadied himself, ready to confront the enemy.
'Demonic Aura.'
[Your attack and defense have increased by 250%]
[You have decreased enemies' attack and defense by 50% within a 10-meter radius]
[Countdown: 15 minutes.]
He also immediately summoned his black sword. He was alone. He would rather take a precaution before things turn bad.
The Wailing Lady unleashed her mournful wails once more, ethereal hands materialized, each adorned with elongated, ghostly nails. The transparent limbs thrust forward in a coordinated assault, aimed at Allen's form.
Quick on his feet, Allen extended his hand to the front and responded with a swift Telekinesis Blast, a surge of invisible force that rippled through the air.
- Whoosh!
The gust disrupted the spectral onslaught, causing the ghostly hands to recoil momentarily. Seizing this opportune distraction, Allen surged forward, his sword poised for a decisive strike. His target was clear—the ghastly visage of the Wailing Lady. He needed to act fast. Who knew if this battle could turn bad.
Yet, the spectral adversary wasn't one to succumb easily. Reacting with crazy speed, the ghost crossed her incorporeal hands in a defensive stance. The clash between the sword and the ghostly barrier created an otherworldly resonance, a collision of weapons against the intangible.
- Clang!
Allen's strike, initially aimed at the ethereal being's head, now met an unexpected resistance. The ghost's defense thwarted his attempt to land a decisive blow.
In a swift and calculated move, Allen activated his Shadow Step skill. The world around him shimmered as he seamlessly transitioned into a dark, ethereal form. In the blink of an eye, he materialized behind the Wailing Lady, his sword poised for a decisive strike.
The element of surprise was on his side as he swung his weapon with a practiced fluidity. He targeted her neck. However, the ghostly foe, displaying an uncanny awareness, turned her head and shifted her hand with spectral precision. It was as though she anticipated Allen's maneuver, an eerie dance of preternatural intuition. It was an eerie scene.
The unexpected resistance took Allen by surprise, a flicker of shock briefly crossing his visage. The ghostly adversary wore a smirk, a taunting expression that seemed to mocking him. Then the Wailing Lady conjured another set of transparent hands. Allen instinctively reacted. Unfurling his wings with a swift motion, he glided backward, creating a nimble distance between himself and the impending spectral assault. The air around him crackled with tension as the ghostly hands closed in, aiming to ensnare their elusive target.
In response, Allen summoned his Demonic Lances, hurling them with precision towards the approaching ethereal appendages. The lances, dark and malevolent, streaked through the atmosphere, colliding with the transparent hands in a clash of otherworldly forces.Dive into Stories, Embrace Enchantment: N♡vεlB¡n.