Chapter 845: Demonic Tag Team

Wacko was growing angry. " Why are my attacks not affecting you?" Donovan didn't answer. Donovan appeared in front of Wacko punching him in the stomach. Wacko vomited up a lot of blood, collapsing on his knees. He then kicked Wacko in his neck, causing him to fly off the roof into one of the supply rooms In the 5-star hotel. Wacko wiped the blood from his mouth and forehead, with a smile on his face. " Finally a worthy challenge!" " This will be fun!!" Wacko cracked his neck, walking out of the supply room, jumping through the roof of the hotel with ease, landing perfectly on his feet. He could see Donovan watching him from afar. Wacko grinned. Wacko's right eye began flashing. "Precise Shot!" shouted Wacko. A res laser came out of Wacko's right eye, puncturing through his right shoulder causing him to stagger. A lot of blood began oozing out of the right shoulder. As Donovan was temporally stunned, Ghoul came behind him grabbing him by his neck, beginning to look choke him." This is something you don't about me and Wacko." " Whenever our enemy is stronger than us, we combine our attacks and strength together, we dominant over our enemy." Consider yourself dead. Donovan was pretending like he needed air. This dumbfounded the brute Ghoul. As he overpowered Ghoul, he turned around and drew his sword, and stabbed Ghoul in his chest.