Blood kept churning in his chest, and Rudolph felt as if his lungs were burning.
However, he knew that this was only an illusion. The Moon Realm spirit he had signed a contract with was dispelling the deathly aura brought about by the bizarre spirit.
At this moment, he was in a dead forest. Other than the remnant lightning from the teleportation nexus, everything was silent.
"Urgh…"
Rudolph held himself up with a piece of dead wood and spat out a mouthful of black blood. Then, sparks began to emit from his body like embers. Countless pitch-black cursed auras were expelled from his body before dissipating.
After a long time, he heaved a sigh of relief and sat down against the tree.
"Why did that b*tch suddenly attack us? Didn't the intelligence say that she would be transferred out in a month? That there definitely won't be any major movements recently?"
Beside Rudolph, a man holding a long sword with red patterns cursed.
