A hundred times?
What kind of concept is that?
The White Queen's psychic power was already exceptionally strong.
Yet, the enemy who attacked them from the shadows this time possessed psychic power a hundred times stronger than hers.
This was simply unbelievable for the Black King.
"Are you joking?"
He incredulously rushed to the White Queen's side, helping her up as he asked.
"It's true, run, don't worry about me."
"If we delay, both of us will die."
The White Queen's voice was weak, and her expression was one of terror.
The Black King had never seen such a frightened expression on the White Queen's face.
A chill ran down his spine.
He completely believed the White Queen's words.
The enemy who attacked them truly possessed psychic power a hundred times greater than the White Queen's.
How could they possibly fight that?
The Black King, who had no psychic resistance to begin with, took off running.
But, the next moment, a vast psychic force surged into his mind.
A wave of drowsiness washed over him.
The Black King, who had only run a few steps, felt a sudden weakness in his spirit.
He reached out his hand weakly.
0.3 In the end, the Black King, completely devoid of psychic resistance, collapsed to the ground and entered the dream world.
When he awoke, he found himself in a dim, dilapidated factory.
Standing before him was a tall man with a disfigured face and a sinister, eerie smile.
The Black King shook his head, trying to clear his mind.
"Who are you?"
"How did I get here?"
He asked Freddy.
As a top-tier mutant and the King of the Hellfire Club, he had seen many bizarre and terrifying things.
Although the Freddy in front of him looked quite scary, the Black King felt no fear.
Instead, he approached Freddy and initiated a conversation.
"This guy is clearly a villain."
"He and I must have a lot in common."
The Black King thought confidently.
Chapter 089: The Boss Says He Wants to Personally Examine Your Body! (3)
Freddy was taken aback.
It was the first time he had met someone as bold as the Black King.
Every time he had pulled people into the nightmare realm before, they would immediately emit intense negative fear energy upon seeing his face and the eerie surroundings.
And then they would turn and run!
But this person in front of him, not only was he not afraid, he even took the initiative to talk to him… "It seems I need to change my image."
"This current image isn't scary enough."
"That's why this person dared to approach me and strike up a conversation."
As these thoughts spun in his mind, Freddy looked at the approaching Black King, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
He said nothing, maintaining his sinister, eerie smile.
The Black King, naturally, was not afraid of such things.
In fact, the other party's neurotic behavior made him feel even more that they were kindred spirits, with common topics to discuss.
So, he quickened his pace and came before Freddy.
"Family!"
He called out.
But Freddy, who was already prepared, directly swung his ghostly claws at him, slashing out without any intention of communicating with him.
Seeing this, the Black King was a little surprised.
However, he didn't take Freddy's attack seriously.
A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes.
Could such an attack really harm him?
"Energy Absorption!"
The Black King immediately activated his superpower, intending to absorb Freddy's attack and simultaneously enhance his own physique.
He sensed that after entering this strange place, his previously accumulated super physique had disappeared.
He would have to start accumulating it again.
However, the next moment, he realized something was wrong and inwardly cursed.
"Where's my superpower?"
"Why has it disappeared?"
The disappearance of his superpower left the Black King stunned in place.
Then, the ghostly claws accurately landed on his chest.
"Ah!"
"It hurts so much!"
A sharp pain struck him, and the Black King felt his head spin.
All his strength drained away, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
Without his superpower, he was just an ordinary person.
Facing Freddy's casual strike, he was severely injured.
Rip!
His chest was directly torn open by the ghostly claws, and blood splattered out.