"Here it comes, Fisher!"
Bijale's warning was even faster, and Fisher suddenly drew his Fluid Sword from his bosom. The next moment, those viscous droplets of blood seemed drawn to Fisher in the center of the room, assaulting him with a speed that made his eardrums throb. Fisher's eyeballs trembled rapidly as he watched the illusion of Caleb Wuz being pierced by the blood, which slowed down his step.
By the time the illusion of Caleb Wuz vanished, a fast-moving droplet of blood had struck him in the back,
"Sizzling!"
The Magic Rings on Fisher's hand suddenly lit up, wrapping him in an electric current like a serpent. He clutched his back, his eyes quickly twitching past each droplet of blood dancing in the air. Each droplet reflected his blurry face, and his contorted yet robust soul gave him excellent soul perception abilities. Then, the next moment, his gaze suddenly fixated on a droplet of blood in the corner of the room.
There lay Erwin's consciousness. He was hiding there!
