"I've already given you the item. What if you don't let me go?" The skinny old man's terrified voice sounded from behind the door again.
"Hehe, do you think you have the right to bargain with me now?" Connor continued with a cold laugh. After he finished speaking, the might of the Dark Shadow Shackles in Connor's hand increased by thirty percent. He showed off his strength to the skinny old man without bothering to hide it.
After hearing Connor's threat, the skinny old man sank into silence. Just as Connor's patience was about to run out and he was about to take down the old man, the skinny old man behind the door sighed and threw out the Dark Meteorite without saying a word.
Connor waved his left hand and the Dark Meteorite thrown out by the skinny old man landed in his hand. However, the moment Connor's palm came into contact with the Dark Meteorite, his expression changed abruptly. He threw the Dark Meteorite that he had painstakingly searched for to the ground as though it was trash.
"Die!"
At this moment, the skinny old man who had been hiding behind the door and didn't dare to face Connor directly immediately came out from behind the door. He laughed sinisterly as he controlled countless strange green vines to attack Connor.
Connor glanced coldly at the old fox and slammed his palm on Castilla's staff. Immediately, a defensive barrier appeared around him and blocked all the green vines that the skinny old man had sent at him!
Although Connor's reaction was very fast and he immediately threw the Dark Meteorite away when he realized that something was wrong with it, he didn't know what the old man had done to the Dark Meteorite. At this moment, Connor's left hand, which had just made contact with the Dark Meteorite, had already turned a strange dark green. Connor could no longer feel anything. Furthermore, he could clearly feel that the poison was constantly trying to invade his body.
Connor took out a bottle of antidote that Valga had concocted for him from his space ring when he saw the shocked expression of the tall and skinny old man who was trying his best to control the green vines but couldn't break through the barrier.
Although he had successfully tricked Connor once, when he saw that his vines couldn't break through the defensive barrier cast by Connor, the skinny old man realized the difference in strength between him and Connor. When he recalled the fear of being dominated by Connor, a trace of fear appeared on his aged face. Without any hesitation, he immediately recalled the green vines and planned to escape!
It had to be said that the antidote that Varga had refined for Connor was truly extraordinary. After Connor drank it, he circulated his Qi and discovered that although the poison in his left hand didn't disappear, he immediately felt that the poison that he had painstakingly suppressed from invading other parts of his body had disappeared without a trace.
Looking at the old man who was planning to escape, Connor revealed a mocking expression. Then, with the enhancement of the Silver Light Pendant's mental strength, Connor released three consecutive mental attacks at the skinny old man.
In the face of such a strange mental attack that he had never seen before, the skinny old man was hit again. His eyes, ears, nose, and mouth immediately flowed with dark red blood. However, he endured the excruciating pain in his mind and continued to run away. He clearly knew that as soon as he stopped, Connor, who had been hit by his trick, would never let him go. He would definitely tear him into pieces!
The skinny old man's mind was clear, but he still underestimated the difference in strength between him and Connor. He was horrified to find that although he started running first, Connor, who was in a black robe, was getting closer and closer to him. He was about to catch up with him!
Seeing that the old man in front of him was desperately trying to shake him off, but was unable to change the fact that he was about to catch up to him, a hint of mockery appeared in Connor's eyes. With a thought, he pushed the body lightening spell on his black magic robe to the maximum. In an instant, the distance between Connor and the skinny old man who was desperately running away was only a few meters.
Connor condensed a shadow chain in his hand and sneered. He controlled the shadow chain to wrap around the skinny old man.
Sensing the threat of death from the shadow chain, the skinny old man didn't dare to take any chances. He quickly stopped running and used his defensive magic item, the door, to block in front of him.
"Bang!"
After a crisp sound, the door that had blocked Connor's full force strike for the skinny old man immediately dimmed. The place where the Shadow Shackles had previously dented was now a small hole!
The skinny old man didn't have the time to feel sorry for his precious defensive magic artifact. His old face revealed a sinister and crazy expression as he once again controlled the green vines to counterattack Connor.
Although he managed to block Connor's attack at the cost of his damaged door, Connor had already caught up to him. He knew that his speed wasn't as fast as Connor. If he continued running, Connor would catch up to him sooner or later. This old man was rather courageous. Instead of running and waiting for Connor to catch up to him, he might as well make a desperate counterattack and fight for a chance of survival!
Connor disdainfully glanced at the skinny old man who seemed to have lost his mind. He released a mental attack once again.
After being hit by Connor's mental attack for the third time, the skinny old man's seven orifices were bleeding and his soul was severely damaged. He directly fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
Connor resisted the urge to tear the tall, skinny old man into pieces. He glanced around and cleaned the battlefield. After that, he carried the unconscious old man and left Rabio Forest as fast as he could.
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"What are you doing?"
In the dark basement of Connor's safe house, the skinny old man was chained to a wooden stake with his limbs stretched out. He shouted in horror at Connor who was fiddling with silver needles in front of him.
Hearing the skinny old man's question, Connor stopped fiddling with the silver needles and waved his left hand that had already recovered to normal. He said with a faint smile, "Do you know how many bottles of antidote I used to get rid of your poison?"
Without waiting for the skinny old man to reply, Connor continued, "Five bottles of antidote. I lost at least a thousand pounds. Shouldn't you compensate me with that much money?"
Hearing Connor mention the word 'compensation', a hint of hope appeared in the eyes of the skinny old man who was tied up. He hurriedly fawned over Connor and said, "That's right! Compensation! It's my fault for making you waste so many antidote machines. I will definitely compensate you. If you let me go, I can give you any compensation! "
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