With a whoosh, I saw the air swirling—so clear in this sealed space. It was Adam Dale. He took a deep breath.
In an instant, that mass of malicious fire was sucked into his belly.
"Tastes pretty good, actually."
Adam Dale said in his silly, goofy voice. Mr. Oblivion immediately slapped him on the head.
"Idiot, what's so good about that? The ghosts over there are much tastier! Later, if I catch one or two, I'll let you eat them right away."
Adam Dale burst out laughing. Redmond's face turned ashen as he stared coldly at Mason Payne.
"Looks like we have no choice but to fight today. You all came here so sincerely to battle us—if we don't respond, it would be rude!"
Xu Fu said, then pulled out a golden mask from his coat. The other members of the Immortality Society also produced their own golden masks.
"One last question—are we really going to fight? Is there no chance for reconciliation?"
None of us answered Xu Fu. Suddenly, he burst into wild laughter.