Leonard Churchill stared as the hotel room morphed into a world twisted like an oil painting and immediately entered combat mode.
He knew well that the enemy's first wave of attack would undoubtedly aim for a one-hit kill.
No room for the slightest negligence.
A Clown Illusion appeared behind him, his body enveloped in Gang Air like flames, his skin also glowing with the bronze hue of Tyrant Body.
Sure enough.
In that instant, Leonard caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, the distorted air beside him rippled, and a dagger at a tricky angle was already pressed against his neck.
His fighting instincts urged him to dodge, but just as he tried to move, he found his body hindered.
Glancing down, he saw a Rune Lock Chain bizarrely wrapped around him.
Leonard realized in a flash, "Eh... no trace of a Spell being cast? Is this the Space Law of a Relic..."
It wasn't just the chain imprisoning him, but also Gang Air shields encircled and doubly constrained his body.
