The Demon Marshal's palm vanished from his wrist, as though it had sunk into a mass of murky gray mist.
At the same time, a similar mist appeared at the chest of the Werewolf General, separated by thousands of yards. The Demon Marshal's clawed hand emerged from the second mist.
"Star-Picking Hands!"
The Green Dragon Princess gasped, her eyes flashing with complex emotions.
The Werewolf General had never imagined such a strange and unpredictable technique, especially one that left him so defenseless. His current state was anything but good.
Not long ago, he had narrowly escaped the Demon Marshal's "Touch of Darkness," which had nearly drained him completely. He had used his escape skill to get away and was in the middle of recovery when this unexpected scene unfolded.
To make matters worse, while the skill was active, his body was still in a state of recovery. The healing effect of the Blood Bead came with a slight lag.
