Catastrophe Card King

“That Leonard Churchill, he has such assistance…”

Reuel Bible also dared not to act recklessly.

Clearly, this person was likely here to rescue someone too.

He was afraid that the other party would misunderstand that he wanted to harm Leonard Churchill and end up having a dispute that would waste time, so he was preparing to explain.

However, at this time, another person arrived!

A girl carrying a scroll from not far away rushed over anxiously, summoning the courage to shout: “You… let him go!”

The person that came was none other than Tracy Garcia!

Tracy Garcia had watched as Leonard Churchill was impaled through the chest by a sword and was extremely anxious.

In her frantic state of mind, she hadn’t cared about anything else. She had hit a secret skill on the scroll in a hurry, and rushed down.

However, she was a spirit communicator, and her speed was not fast.

By the time she rushed to the battlefield, she turned her head to see that Leonard Churchill had also killed the elder master of the Miller family.

She sped up even more, ran a distance, and saw that Leonard Churchill had already fallen to the ground.

She was too late again.

A masked man had already darted out, ready to approach the unconscious Leonard Churchill.

It was then that she disregarded everything, mustering up the courage to stop him.

She couldn’t tell if it was a friend or foe, she could only trust herself.

When she decided to come over, she had already taken the determination to risk her life. No matter who it was, she had to take Leonard Churchill away!

Reuel Bible looked at the person carrying the scroll, his face dramatically changed: “This…”

If he wasn’t mistaken, wasn’t this Leonard Churchill’s friend?

Even the cloak-wearing figure in the shadow was greatly surprised.

Not because Tracy Garcia was powerful.

But because behind her, there appeared to be an image of a Demon God’s phantom.

And that was not the most outrageous part. The most terrifying thing was, following behind her was a Ghostly Species Monster.

A highly abstract entity, appearing like a sketch of a large cat.

It had five eyes, one on one side, and four on the other half of its face, its appearance bizarre and frightening.

More directly, the dreadful pressure of the undead truly brought pressure to both of them.

“Is that… the legendary undead [Yama – Five-eyed Evil Cat]?”

“What’s the matter with this girl? She can actually control a legendary ghostly entity?”

Reuel Bible and the hooded figure both recognized the origin of that ghostly being.

This undead creature that only existed in ancient books, still exists now?

Just the spiritual pressure alone, any spirit communicator below fifth or sixth tier would have been swallowed by its malice, and it’s being obediently followed around?

As Tracy Garcia spoke, the Five-eyed Evil Cat had already noticed the two of them and bared its teeth in their direction.

As if the moment its master gave the order, it would lunge at them.

Reuel Bible knew it was not the time for talk, he stepped back, saying: “You go ahead and take the person away, I’ll cover the rear.”

“Okay!”

Only then did Tracy Garcia realize that the masked person in front of her was a friend of Leonard Churchill’s, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn’t say much, quickly ran over, picked up Leonard Churchill and ran off. While escaping, she didn’t forget to say a word of thanks: “Thankyou.”

Reuel Bible listened with a complicated expression, complaining in his heart: “It was fine when the one who didn’t show up in the neighboring building, now there’s another one here. This guy… where did he get so many outrageously strong friends?”

And on the other side, the hooded figure saw Tracy Garcia, who had stood up and was also thinking the same thing: It was fine when the masked expert came to the rescue, but then, a girl like this also came?

She murmured, “That guy, sure does have a lot of backup…”

Dancing on death’s door over and over again, this behavior seemed to be reckless and seeking death.

But the fact was, he survived.

The figure in the cloak seemed to have thought of something, didn’t reveal himself, and quietly disappeared.