The power of Bigby's Strike Palm depends on the mental power injected into it by the caster on top of the basic consumption value. The more the increase, the larger the palm of the spell and the wider the impact area. At the moment, the weed wooden box in front of him seemed to be swept by the strong wind, rolled and flew up, and rushed directly to the two people on the left.

At a distance of nearly 5 meters, when the two people reflected, the palm of the stance formed by Bigby's attacking palm was already in front of him!

His body was knocked into the air by invisible force, and the next second he directly hit the wall of the house behind him, and the blood in his mouth was sprayed out as if he didn't want money.

Not to die, but if you want to stand up and continue to fight against Donald, I'm afraid it won't work.

"The strength is good."

After all, it is a 2nd-level spell. The power of Bigby's Strike Palm makes Donald very satisfied. The clock meditation method also has a good gain on this simple energy control spell.

"It's a heretic, use a gun! Break the lights on both sides!"

The leader of the team did not panic when he saw a stranger killed halfway through. He commanded the remaining two subordinates, raised his hand, and smashed a street lamp near Donald with a single shot. The darkness quickly engulfed a large area.

Although the other two were panicked, their hands were not slow. They fired several shots in a row, smashing all the lights around the open space.

At night under cloudy weather, I can't see my fingers, I'm not joking.

"The opponent is a far-off heresy, draw a knife and kill him at close range!"

Someone was shouting in the dark, his voice was calm and sonorous, as if he had made a huge determination to fight Donald for his life.

"Hey, your boss is about to run away."

In the state of Donald's spiritual vision, the remaining two subordinates were indeed walking forward quietly with short knives in their hands, but the man who was shouting just now slashed the fortuneteller's neck with a knife, and then slammed him against his body. If you want to step back, this is planning to use your own life to delay time.

Of course, this approach is not wrong. The Bigby Strike Palm that Donald used before is enough to prove his strength. As the captain, he also knows in his heart that it is wishful thinking to beat these people under his own hands. .

But don't forget, their mission is not to fight a night war with a heretic who came out of nowhere, the fortune-teller is the key.

As long as he can be brought back safely, the top doesn't care how many people died, but unfortunately, everything is in Donald's eyes.

The darkness could not cover his eyes.

The index fingers and thumbs of both hands folded together, then colluded together, and a lavender magic circle flashed past—chain bound!

This spell is the only control spell that Donald currently possesses, so he has specially practiced it in the botanical garden these two days.

Two circular circles suddenly lit up on the left and right sides of the leader carrying the fortune teller fleeing in front, and two energy chains with the thickness of the forearms rushed out of the circle and wrapped directly around the leader's legs at a very fast speed. Still winding up.

"What are you waiting for! Go up and kill him!"

Seeing that he was trapped, the leader finally panicked and ordered his subordinates loudly. The two of them stepped up, and they knew the approximate location of Donald.

What if you know?

From Donald's point of view, the route and trajectory of the two people's running was almost without any cover, and he took out the N99 pistol from his waist and opened the safety.

boom! boom!

Two gunshots rang out, the muzzle of the fire illuminated Donald's stern face, the smoke of gunpowder wafted through, followed by the sound of two bodies falling to the ground.

"I have a gun, rush up to die..."

The firearm is bought in hand, and it is naturally used. In the current stage of the battle, it is still a very useful weapon, and it can be used to save mental energy for the time being.

"Don't come here, take one step further, and I'll kill him. If he dies, will you be troubled?"

With his legs entangled in chains, this leader is also a ruthless character, with a fortune-teller at gunpoint, who in turn threatens Donald.

"You're right. You can't kill him. Come on, what are your requirements?"

Donald responded in the dark. At the same time, he took out the bone spirit plate that had been on his body and used his mental power to activate it. Immediately, several light green twisted beams submerged into the two corpses on the ground. After a few seconds, two groups of pale The blue energy was extracted from the body and flowed into the bone spirit disk under the traction of the green beam.

Bass~ Bass~

Under Donald's gaze, two symbols suddenly lit up on the palm-sized bone spirit disk. This was probably the indication of the number of souls that could be carried inside, and there were still 8 symbols dimmed.

The man who kidnapped the fortune-teller next to him was a little stupid at this time. He had never seen a heretic who could extract the soul of a person.

"You mean, what are your requirements? Forget it... You better stop talking, I don't have time to waste with you."

Donald stepped forward step by step, the gunshots just now should be about to call the police, there is no point in continuing to entangle with this person.

"Don't move! I shot!"

"Okay, hit him in the head, don't hesitate."

Donald's voice just fell, and there was a sound of bone dislocation, and the leader's head was twisted 180 degrees ~lightnovelpub.net~ The action of the invisible servant cost Donald 2 points of mental energy.

He used the Bone Spirit Tray to absorb the souls of the corpses on the ground again, remembering that there were two people next to him who were flying with Bigby's attacking palm, turned around, and had long since disappeared.

"It's quite fast... It's good to have a tip-off, let the old guy worry for a while, Finger, go!"

At this time, Donald was expecting Rastoller to know that someone had captured the fortune-teller. Only in this way would he be anxious and would spare no effort to understand the secrets of the Dark Book. Tomorrow's actions will only be easier.

Leaning down and mentioning the fortune teller on the ground, when Finger returned to him, Donald was going to leave here first and find a place to have a good talk with this friend. He was full of doubts now.

After leaving this open space, Donald set up a fortune-teller from his armpit, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was driving a drunk friend.

Just after leaving the alley, a gust of night wind suddenly blew through, rolling up a piece of newspaper and debris on the street into the air. Donald's footsteps stopped, and his brain seemed to suddenly wake up a lot.

At this moment, a bell sounded in the distance.

clang~clang~clang~

Three times, he looked down at his pocket watch, it was nine o'clock in the evening.

"It's not too late...the bell?"

Donald abruptly turned to the direction from which the bell sounded, his whole body was slightly paralyzed as if he had been electrocuted, and a flash of light flashed in his mind.

Yes, dial!

Naturally, the Grants didn't want to hide things by just looking for a place to throw them away. The city of Preston is so big, it's impossible to find them.

They are bound to find some representative places to hide things.

Is there anything more representative of a clock dial than the great clock tower in Preston?