Chapter 353: The Real Weakling!
Chapter 353
’Crap! He noticed. This is only going to get worse,’ the assassin thought, then raised his index finger, pointing it toward Grey.
"You shouldn’t have done that. Now this has just gotten worse for you," the assassin said, and suddenly, Grey lost control of his body, his limbs frozen in place as he floated helplessly toward the assassin.
"Crap! What the hell is going on?!" Grey shouted, panic flashing in his eyes as his body sped uncontrollably toward the masked man. Beside the assassin, something was beginning to take shape—dark, ominous, and fast.
Bang!
The assassin swung his hand forward, and the newly formed figure shot toward Grey at breakneck speed. It slammed into him with crushing force, launching him across the street like a ragdoll.
Boom!
Grey crashed into the wall of a nearby house, tearing through it and skidding violently across the floor. Blood oozed from his mouth as he groaned, sprawled in pain.
"Hey! Who the hell are you?! And how dare you break into my home?!" a man’s voice barked from inside.
Grey lifted his head slowly, vision blurry, and saw a man standing protectively in front of a woman and two young girls. Magic surged around his hands, ready to be released.
"Where are you, little Grey?" the assassin taunted as shadows rippled along the floor, twisting and slithering like snakes. The masked figure rose up from the darkness, his twisted smirk visible even through the gloom.