Chương 662: I Was Right, Wasn't I?

In the distance, the disfigured corpse growled. The unexpected hammer strike has hit it hard, but not enough to land a severe blow. 

Growling, the corpse first eyed its food - Flame King - the one who would free it from this cursed state. Then it moved its gaze to Kiba, the only obstacle between it and its freedom. 

"Get…lost…" The corpse commanded, almost like a whisper but with a voice that was like sharp nail scratching glass.

"No, I don't want to," Kiba replied with a smile. "But I would appreciate it if you can leave."

The corpse responded by flicking its fingers out. Threads of black flames appeared and crisscrossed with each other. The corpse further motioned its hand, and the net sped forward, causing space to literally melt like it was made of wax.

Kiba pumped his strength into the hammer. Golden thorns protruded out of the hammerhead, and as the net reached him, he stuck out.