152. Soul Stealer·Li_7

His right hand was holding a human soul, that of a little girl in a broken-flower dress, with no shoes or socks on.

The Soul-stealing Wizard flicked his head.

A metal scythe was connected to his spine, he flung it out, transforming in mid-air into a chain-scythe connected to his spine and body.

His spine manipulated the scythe into a whirling motion in the air, drawing a series of arcs.

A flash of the blade, and Samuelson's soul was slashed by the scythe, drawn into the sharp blade.

A burst of black light erupted from the Soul-stealing Wizard, his body scintillating clearly from being semi-transparent. Apparently, absorbing Samuelson's soul made the Soul-stealing Wizard's soul much stronger.

The scythe continued to whir under the pull of the spine, and after drawing three arcs, it pounced on the soul of the little girl in the wizard's right hand.

Just then!

"Bang!" a gunshot echoed from the ceiling of the grand hall.