In simple terms, this guy is a mage, so as a standard Berserker, Li Huazhao only needs to get close to him to get an easy handle on him.
"Then it's your turn." Yu Liang nodded and chose to "play" as Li Huazhao.
First, let's get through this immediate hurdle.
"Okay, it's my turn." Li Huazhao knelt on the ground, his eyes tightly sewn up by a string-like object, and he can only rely on the chess piece in his hand to observe the opponent Cain.
A distance of ten meters should be feasible.
Suddenly, the Wealth-Guarding Ghost, clutching a piggy bank, pulled out a chunk of coins and threw them at Cain, shouting, "I will not allow you to harm my benefactor."
The thrown coins scattered in the air, transforming into golden and silver dust on the ground.
The instant the coins appeared, Cain realized something was wrong. He was inevitably engrossed in the golden and silver grains so deeply that he couldn't shift his gaze.
