Henry didn't stop when he saw Louis' defeat. He needed to completely suppress the evil witch. Thinking to do, Henry ran toward Louis like a flash of lightning. At the same time, the witches, seeing their master defeated, panicked and became angry. They immediately took out their wands and rushed forward. But Henry was one step ahead of them. He grabbed Louis by the collar and pulled Louis to his feet. He smiled and opened his mouth to say:
"I told you it was a solo fight. Don't break the law like that."
Henry didn't wait for the other witches to say anything after that. He immediately used his muscular arms to lift Louis up and then threw it to the ground. His breath was full of brutality and courage. As for Louis, due to the impact of the previous punch and now receiving this attack, he wanted to raise his hand in surrender. But his arrogance and arrogance did not allow him to say those words.
Louis Miller sat up with difficulty. His whole body ached indescribably. Dirty soiled clothes. There were even some places that were torn apart due to friction with the ground. His face was scratched and bleeding. He gritted his teeth and glared at Henry, trying to move the corner of his mouth:
"Oh, I forgot to tell you I have a trump card."
"Useless! You talk less, Louis."
Henry sneered at Louis' chatter. He rubbed his hands together and prepared for the next attack. As the witches anxiously sought to help their master, a figure passed by. It was so fast that it was impossible to see the shape. Unexpectedly, Henry possesses such amazing speed. One second before he was a few meters away from Louis Miller, the next second he was close. Just as Henry raised his fist and was about to lower it, Louis smiled confidently and asked:
"Where's Roy?"
A silence…
As expected of Louis Miller. Henry immediately stopped all action. From the raised arm to the stiff handsome face, everything seemed to be stopped. Louis was pleased to see his opponent's expression. He glanced at Henry's fist in mid-air and silently panicked. He didn't dare to think about whether he could take another punch from Henry.
Louis Miller moved and pushed Henry away. He straightened up and used his hands to brush the dirt on his body and then straightened his clothes. Then he looked up at the man who was still standing motionless in front of him. This voice full of arrogance and irony Louis resounded:
"How? How do you see my trump card?"
"Bastard! If you're honorable man, let's have a fair fight."
Henry clenched his hand so tightly that every knuckle was visible. He gritted his teeth to suppress his anger. He forgot that Roy went out to help him distract the guard witches. He doesn't know how Roy is now. But there was a high chance that the witches had already caught Roy. Otherwise, that damn Louis Miller wouldn't have asked him that question.
"Hey, I'm not a warrior. I just need to be the winner myself. As for things like fairness, and integrity, I don't need to know. You'd better forget about it."
Louis Miller said in a hateful tone. His grumpy face and evil eyes made Henry feel contempt. Henry wanted to give this damn witch a fight, but now Roy in their hands, he couldn't act rashly. Henry didn't want to see another of his best friends in trouble. Eric is more than enough. Now he needs to be patient.
"What do you want to say? Say hurry up, you bastard."
Henry rolled his eyes and asked patiently. After hearing that, Louis wanted to smile to tease Henry, but just as his mouth moved, he felt a sharp pain. The tear at the corner of his lips made Louis not dare to be arbitrary. The pain in his body made him even angrier. He did not rush to answer Henry but turned to signal to his subordinates. They understood and quickly went to pick up the wand for him. After picking up his wand again, Louis Miller muttered a few terms in his mouth. A second later a red light shot out from the wand. It flew around Louis Miller's body and then merged with him.
Henry squinted his eyes to observe the other's actions. He was briefly surprised to see that the scratches on Louis' face were slowly healing. Flawless skin. The bruises also gradually disappeared. Witches are truly powerful. Not only can they attack anyone, but they can also heal their bodies. If they are good witches, then that will be nothing. But for a dark wizard like Louis Miller, it is very difficult to predict what will happen.
Louis Miller, after healing himself, breathed a sigh of relief. The pain in his body was gone. The body also feels healthier. He raised his head with a very hateful smile and said to Henry:
"You know what Henry, In every battle never let a witch hold their wand. Otherwise, you will have to take very heavy consequences… Punish it."
As soon as Louis Miller finished his sentence, he shouted a curse spell. He swung his wand arm and pointed it at the sky. A red light appeared, causing an uproar in the space. The dark clouds that had just disappeared converged once again. Thunder rumbles. The whirlwind gradually blew strongly, causing everyone's clothes and hair to flutter. Louis's face showed evil. The smile on his face was not friendly at all. On the contrary, that smile looked somewhat ghostly.
Louis Miller cast a spell while glancing at his subordinates. Some witches understood their master's intentions and immediately raised their wands. Several more curse spells appeared. The ghostly lights rotated and flew towards Henry at lightning speed. He only had time to see many blinding lights surrounding him and then being attacked by them. This time he didn't even have a chance to dodge.
Henry was hit by a stream of magic. He was trapped in a tornado. His limbs were completely numb. An electric current ran through his body, causing him pain. The cells seem to be screaming. The muscles are constantly contracting. This terrifying pain reminded him of that night ten years ago. That was the night he was cursed by the witch Laura. Henry's brain immediately rang an alarm bell.
Was Louis Miller trying to curse him? No, it can't be. It was enough for him to endure one curse in his life.
Henry gritted his teeth trying to move his limbs. His face was lifeless. It turned white under the torment of dark magic. His breath seemed to be thinner. Fortunately, over the past ten years, Henry has been taught many moves by the werewolves in the Moonlight pack. That helps him somewhat gain the strength of a werewolf and be able to withstand the cruelty of these witches. Henry took a deep breath and tightly roll his hands, because of Roy he didn't dare to counterattack but at least he had to protect himself. Henry suddenly shouted:
"Aaah…"
Boomm!