PA!
With just a snap of Ainsley's fat fingers, the Godfather slowed the enemies' blood flow toward their brains, instantly dropping their blood pressure to an alarming state.
!
"What– " Harry and the five combat alchemists staggered.
Their bodies swayed as they felt their vision blurring. Their mind was spinning around, and their consciousness seemed to fade bit by bit.
Not to mention forming an attack to assault Ainsley's people. Just to stand up alone was already hard for the alchemists to do!
At that moment, Harry's face paled. He immediately looked at Ainsley with a menacing yet weak glare.
"What...did...you...do– "
He hadn't finished his voice when his voice trailed off, and his body fell to the floor.
BRUGH!
All he could see was darkness, and his consciousness left him.
Following closely after Harry were the five combat alchemists.
