Without a Face

"You think your weak Spirit, can handle mine? Maybe the three of you could do it, but you alone aren't strong enough!" Prago exclaimed belligerently, waving his hand. 

The flower monster swung its creepy arms, trying to pierce Adam, but the ghostly needle stopped it.

However... even though Prago's Spirit was now weak and feeble, Adam was only a K1-Phantom with a First Stage Spirit, his needle was too weak to handle the Second Stage Spirit of the K2-Phantom.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

Adam's hand trembled as he tried to hold the needle, but gradually, the roots of the flower monster, like sharp claws tore apart the silver threads. If it continued like this, Adam's Spirit would be defeated in a few seconds, and he would take serious internal damage, after which he would definitely lose.

'Come on... I know my aura can do more than that... This is the deadly situation Edir was talking about, isn't it?' Adam internally muttered with a great frown.