Louis Miller and his subordinates came down from upstairs. Their facial expressions can only be described in words of ferocity and arrogance.
"Mr. Miller."
The witches greeted at once when their master appeared. Louis Miller nodded arrogantly. He then approached where Henry had fallen. He raised his eyebrows briefly in surprise that Henry still had the strength to stand up.
After Henry fell from the second floor, his whole body was bruised a lot. Not to mention he was also hit by the magic of those witches. But he won't give up easily. He gritted his teeth and stood up with both hands. His mind was a little dizzy.
"I didn't expect you can even get up, Henry."
Louis laughed and laughed. He observed that the person opposite was only scratched on the skin, not only did not faint but also stood up to confront him. That's a hard-to-eat man
"Now, I realize that Mr. Miller is not only bossy but also cowardly."
Henry pursed his lips in disdain to see Louis Miller. Although his facial muscles were hurt when he moved, it did not affect his charisma. Louis was provoked by Henry's attitude and was angry. He was about to swing his wand when one of his subordinates came up from behind him and whispered something in his ear. After listening to his subordinates, Louis Miller's eyes showed satisfaction, he smiled and said:
"Okay, if you like 1:1, I'll spoil you."
With that, Louis Miller sped up like lightning. Accompanied by a series of creepy spells resounded. The wind appeared out of nowhere. The cold winds carried the dust, shaking the withered grass by the roadside. The quiet night was once again stirred. The other witches knew the idea and automatically drifted to the sides, leaving a large open space.
Henry clenched his fists in preparation for Louis' attack. At this moment, in his mind, he secretly wished that he could turn into a werewolf. But unfortunately, he could not control his curse.
"Damned souls, listen to me, devour and bury this wayward one."
Louis Miller shouted a curse. Immediately a red light shot out from the wand in his hand. Henry felt as if the earth was turned upside down. Small stones take turns bouncing. Then he saw countless plumes of dark gray smoke rising from the ground.
No, it's not smoke. Those are cursed souls.
They let out murky screams. They flew in a circle around, Henry locked up in the center. Blurry faces are full of scary hate. Ghosts are indeed cursed in hell. These things make people feel cold and scared. Henry narrowed his eyes incessantly observing the situation around him. Faced with these spirits, he didn't know how to handle them.
"Kill it!!!!"
While Henry was thinking about finding a way, Louis directly ordered the attack. Countless souls howled an evil voice. Then they flew up into the sky and then huddled into one and plummeted down to Henry.
Henry frowned. He quickly crossed his arms across his chest as a defensive shield. Immediately the spirits rushed toward him.
Boom! Boom!
An earth-shattering sound resounded. The sandy soil on both sides was strongly shaken and cracked several lines. In some places, it sunken down. Smoke billowed in the night. A lingering monstrous sound spilled over. Cursed souls, after attacking their target, spread out and fly towards the one who ordered them. They circled Louis Miller a few times and then disappeared. He smiled a satisfied smile when he saw others in trouble. He didn't like Henry, but he didn't have a chance to punish Henry. Now is the right time to be able to make him extremely satisfied. Looking at the pile of dirt and dust in front of him, he would bet that Henry would be seriously injured if didn't die. But it seems that Louis Miller rejoiced too soon.
From within the dusty dust, a figure gradually appeared. Long, broad shoulders full of courage. Henry's tall figure and unmistakable aura. He clenched his fists. Cold eyes shot straight to the opposite person. His anger somewhat eased the physical pain. After the attack from the cursed spirits, Henry was not lightly injured. He clearly remembered that after receiving a blow from Louis Miller, he immediately used all his last strength to get up. At least Henry didn't want to look pathetic for the evil witches to see it. His flesh was scratched and bruised. Bones aching. Their attack power was too big and strong. Henry was a little proud of himself for withstanding that kind of dark magic.
Henry recalls Monica, the witch who saved his life in the past, told him to be careful of those who could summon souls from hell. Because those people must have practiced dark magic, only then can they control the army of ghosts. And most importantly, they are very ambitious and ruthless. As for Louis Miller being ruthless, Henry had no idea. Because it's so obvious. But he did not expect Louis to use dark magic.
"You live longer than I thought."
Louis Miller frowned unhappily. His long, narrow eyes were full of cunning scheming. His hand clenched the wand. Then he raised his wand again and chanted curse words. When Henry saw this, he did not hesitate to rush to greet him. He would not passively stand there and let Louis attack him again.
Bang!
A scuffle broke out between the two. This time Louis used melee magic to fight Henry. The two-man is less than an arm's length apart. The fierceness was evident in both eyes. The strong wind rose again. Dark clouds are coming. Lightning struck one after another. Louis kept chanting the spells aloud. Countless demonic red magic beams shot toward Henry. He quickly dodged the person. He focused on defense and observed every nook and cranny to find a way to get close to the opponent. The corner of Henry's eyes caught a glimpse of Louis' left arm revealing an opening. He immediately charged at the fastest speed. A powerful fist was released.
Louis panicked. He didn't have time to turn back, so he took the punch to the stomach. Henry's strength was immeasurable. It sent Louis flying several meters. And yet, he also received another painful blow when he slammed his back on the ground. The surrounding dust was impacted and rose to create a thin smoke screen. He fell to the ground, his wand thrown away. Sharp pain in the abdomen spreads throughout the body. That place must have become a terrible bruise by now. Because in just one day, Louis was beaten twice in the same place.