The terror of suppression was so intense that he couldn't keep down the warmth in his throat. Blood spilled out from his teeth, and his face twisted even more horribly.
This was completely different from facing Lieutenant Colonel Bolton before.
The pressure exerted by a fifth tiered card master was so terrifying that it paralyzed people with pain, making them incapable of fighting back.
Leonard Churchill had no doubt that if that staff really fell, he would instantly die on the spot.
However, this terrifying pressure only lasted for an instant before it suddenly disappeared.
When he looked again, the great detective Robin Smith's robe had already burst open, revealing a grotesque, tumorous half of his body.
The pairs of monstrous red eyes on the tumorous skin opened, like a devil on the hunt, greedily eyeing the crowd around him.
Everyone who saw this felt their scalps tingle in terror.
