When Chester saw the shadow of the blade was about to slice him, he mumbled to himself and raised both his hands.

Then, a black mist started to form around his body and covered the entire valley.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.

The next second, a few floating figures raced out of the black mist. They wore long white robes and looked incredibly pale. Their eyes were also hollow and they exuded a deadly aura.

Chester had summoned a few lost souls around the valley. It was still daytime, so it was difficult for the souls to appear, but it was easy for Chester to call for them as he was the King of the Dead’s envoy.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the lost souls gathered into a formation and surrounded Florian. The formation was called the Lock Soul Formation and the King of the Dead created it.

Florian’s heart trembled when he saw that and he was stunned.

‘What is going on? Why are there people appearing suddenly? What is this?’ he thought.

Florian had not realized that Chester wa