The ghost spirit's long, twisted hand seized Ed's throat, catching him off guard. In an instant, Ed's feet were lifted off the ground, and his silver sword fell to the floor.
"How did this happen!?"
Ed was shocked. Just a moment ago, the ghost spirit had been clutching its face, howling in agony, as if it was on the brink of death.
Yet now, it launched a violent attack, completely disregarding the heavy wound it had sustained in its waist. Its black ghostly blood continued to pour out as if it were determined to take Ed down with it!
Cough, cough, cough!!
The ghost spirit's strength was overwhelming. Barely moments after being strangled, Ed began to feel his vision blur, and he was on the verge of suffocating!
Moreover, his sword had slipped from his hand, leaving him defenseless, much like a venomous snake that had been stripped of its fangs.
"You damned human, I will kill you!!"
