"Worse than death?"
Hearing this, Evan Lin glanced at him.
"You probably have no idea who you've messed with."
On the other side, Master Walter Wan saw Evan Lin gripping Leo Li's leg in his palm, but his expression remained completely unruffled.
He lightly flicked his hand.
The cluster of Bone-Melt Miasma swirling around his fingertips seemed to be guided by some force, drifting slowly toward Evan Lin.
In no time, the Bone-Melt Miasma gathered behind Evan Lin, spreading out and sealing the entire doorway.
At a glance, the whole door was shrouded in layers of white mist—thin and wispy, yet dense and lingering, never dissipating as it clung to the entrance.
"Now your escape route is gone. Why not just surrender?"
Master Walter Wan looked at Evan Lin, his gaze full of mockery.
The only reason he didn’t strike at Evan Lin right away was because Leo Li was standing way too close. If the Bone-Melt Miasma got into Leo Li’s body, it’d be a huge headache.
“That’s all you’ve got?”
Evan Lin glanced at the swirling white mist. “Just some pointless fog. You seriously think something like this can take me down? That’s hilarious.”
“Hilarious?”
Leo Li burst out laughing, not even caring that Evan Lin still had a grip on his leg. “You have no clue how nasty this stuff really is!”
“If Master Wan hits you with it, in seven days, every bone in your body will melt away!”
“You’ll end up a pile of useless slime—totally crippled.”
“For the rest of your life, you’ll have to crawl around like a snake!”
“You—”
Leo Li’s face twisted with madness, just about to keep ranting.