Chương 207: The Failed Creation (2)

I retched again at the smell getting closer with him.

Fortunately, Zhanil passed by me and ran towards the Dancer.

I worried for a moment that he might try to steal the finishing blow, but thankfully no such deplorable thing happened.

Instead, he threw many paralysis poison-coated daggers, then threw a net.

The Dancer, struggling until the end, was finally subdued like that.

"Heave-ho!"

Zhanil grabbed the net and slowly pulled the Dancer in.

Well, I had emphasized it so much.

That finishing it off was my job.

"Persistent one..."

Zhanil approached this way with a grin.

Don't come closer, you smell too much.

I stopped Zhanil in front.

'Good work.'

"Hehe. It was nothing."

He patted his back as if it was sore.

Meanwhile, I carefully tried to remove Sunset stuck in the Dancer's body using Invisible Hand.