"Stockholm Self-Strategy Technique?"
In Zheng Cheng's mind, the spell runes representing the Stockholm Self-Strategy Technique were flashing with light.
Signifying that the spell was taking effect.
Huabo had fallen under the influence of the Stockholm Self-Strategy Technique.
Zheng Cheng's face grew even more bizarre, "A grown man like you can cast self-strategy, do you freaking have a masochistic tendency?"
Not only was his scalp tingling, but he could also accept Flereya, the female werewolf.
A dead bat, no less a Fallen One.
Huabo...
Forget it!
With a thought, Zheng Cheng's powerful psychic force immediately dispersed Huabo's ultrasonic illusion.
He let out a scream, flapping his wings as he fell, swallowed up by the masses of Spirit Enchanting Dragon Vines, his screams incessant.
The Evil Ghost lunged forward, a multitude of Ghost Shadows flickered, attempting to rescue Huabo.