"What's the matter with your injury? Is it serious?" Walter did not worry about why his mission failed, but first cared about Monoz's injury. "It doesn't matter... I was following them well, but suddenly a group of black baboons came out of nowhere and started fighting with the dementors. "I was discovered in the chaos, so I temporarily evacuated. Later, when I went to look for traces of the Dementors again, I found that they had already been prepared to deal with me. "Let the ordinary dementors be revealed first. When I was following me, the dementor leader sneaked up with a few elite dementors and attacked me. "Fortunately, my sixth soul skill can still be used normally and has not been affected by them, otherwise I might not be able to come back." Although Monoz's tone was very calm, anyone could hear the danger in it. Dementors are not good at encounters, but if they target a prey with premeditation, they will be the most terrifying hunters. "It's indeed cunning." Walter's face suddenly became serious, his eyes as sharp as a falcon about to fly down. Amon felt a sense of emptiness, as if he had lost something important, and then the world in his eyes suddenly stopped. It's like a sleeping person opening his eyes, feeling a little dazed for a moment. He can see, hear, and smell, but he just doesn't know how to react to what he perceives.
He felt like his brain was rusty and it was difficult to think. A clear consciousness instantly took over his body. A time insect with a personality similar to its own body processed the received information and continuously transmitted the results to the brain through conscious interaction. Amon resumed his thinking. He raised his right hand, stroked his monocle, and said with great interest: "Is this the effect of 'fraud'... Interesting." What just caused Amon to think sluggishly was the active part of his soul skill "Scammer", "Deception"! The dementors had no intention of letting Monoz go. They chased him and launched a secret attack. Amon beside him also became a target. They stole Amon's soul skill and applied it to Amon. Since he decided to take the soul-destroying ghost as the target of obtaining the soul ring this time, Amon certainly had a relatively deep understanding of this kind of soul beast, and he had also made plans for various situations that he might encounter during this trip. Among them, it was naturally expected by Amon that his soul skills were stolen and turned against him. His first and third soul skills both affect himself, and only his second soul skill directly affects his opponent. If the soul dementors stole his soul skill, the only one that could be used directly against him would be the second soul skill. Amon's countermeasure is to prepare in advance a time insect whose behavior and thinking methods are similar to his own body. After the body's thinking is affected, it takes over the body through spiritual connection. His eyes regained clarity and he shouted: "Be careful, the dementors are coming." The expressions of the young man in black and Monoz changed, and their original movements suddenly stagnated. They felt that their soul skills were being silenced one by one. A ball of flame flew from the dense forest, and the young man in black looked ugly, because this ball of flame was the most convenient soul skill he usually used. Amon stretched out his palm and materialized his soul power, and a light gray halo enveloped all four of his party. The flames flew to the gray barrier, causing ripples. The smile on Amon's face suddenly froze for a moment, and the barrier covering the four people only lasted for a while and then disappeared. Subconsciously, he reached out to his right eye, but in the middle of the action, he paused for a moment, and then pinched the orbit of his right eye... The monocle he had been wearing on his right eye also followed the barrier. Disappeared! Amon shrugged and said with a hint of helplessness: "Well, I have no choice. Even the soul bone skills have been stolen... It's up to you, Mr. Walter." When Amon encounters them now, it's like a low-sequence person on the Thief path encounters a higher-sequence being, or he encounters a group of people... who are severely suppressed.
Walter's expression was indifferent, the palm of his right hand was upward, the five fingers were naturally bent, and then, his five fingers suddenly closed in the middle. The surrounding trees seemed to have been cut by invisible blades, neatly broken into several sections, and the fractures were smooth and flat. Also cut apart were several soul dementors that were the size of adults. Their bodies were dismembered without any resistance, and their fallen heads were still somewhat confused. Although all three soul skills were stolen, the passive improvement brought by the soul skills still existed. Amon was keenly aware that there were a large number of extremely thin threads that were difficult to see with the naked eye distributed around them. It was these threads that caused the scene just now. The death of their companions caused panic among the dementors. They screamed one after another, and humanoid figures with long red hair ran among the trees further away. Monoz's face was gloomy, and at the same time he felt a sense of fear in his heart. If Walter hadn't arrived in time, he would have died in the hands of the dementors in a short time. Unexpectedly, they completed the siege of themselves quietly! A low and penetrating roar sounded. The dementors calmed down and looked at the owner of the roar with some fear—— A dementor who was half taller than a normal person, with a thin build, a scar on his face, and a bone whip wrapped around his body, looked a bit old. Its eyes glowed with a blue light, looking at the four humans in front of it, eyes full of ferocity and brutality. Monoz saw the leader of the Soul-Drawing Ghosts, and the wound on his body was aching slightly. It was this ten thousand year soul beast that almost killed him. Beside the Scar Soul-Drawing Ghost, there were two Soul-Drawing Ghosts of the same height, but stronger and larger. They roared intimidatingly at the four people. The Scar Soul-Drawing Ghost waved his hand, and the two followers stopped roaring and took a step back. The young man in black looked at this scene and was amazed, "Their intelligence seems to be not low." Monoz whispered: "Old soul beasts can give birth to spiritual intelligence, not to mention Soul-Drawing Ghosts, which are very close to humans." Walter gestured to Amon: "This is the goal of our trip. This guy is about 30,000 years old, maybe even more. What do you think?" "It looks pretty good. I am very satisfied." Amon replied with a smile. The scar leader pointed at Amon and made a strange sound of "Hahuhahu". His two followers nodded repeatedly, then stared at Amon, not daring to blink. "Are they discussing tactics?" Amon asked. "Who knows? Maybe after you absorb the spirit ring, you can try to communicate with them." Walter replied.