Pankratios swung his staff at Death Merchant, pummeling him with a series of powerful strikes, but it didn't really do anything.
With his pale hand, Death Merchant grabbed the staff, yanked it off Pankratios' hands, and then smacked it across his face.
Pankratios flew through the air, but his face showed nonchalance—with a snap of his fingers, the staff vanished from the Death Merchant's hands and appeared back in his own.
'Are you ready, Cold Shade?'
He asked.
'Ready!'
A woman's voice suddenly sounded inside his mind.
With a wave of his staff, the trapped space disappeared for a moment, and as soon as it happened, the Death Merchant lunged towards the exit.
Bang! Bang!
Xerxus fired his revolver and shot Death Merchant in both knees, which made him drop to the ground with a painful groan.
With a quick damage transfer, the wounds on his knees disappeared, and he was about to lunge towards the exit but noticed that the purple dome had returned.
It was gone only for a second!
