Chapter 1922 A Trap

White smoke fluttered into the air, engulfing those still trapped in the house.
A scream tore through the air, sending shudders down Matthew and Salazar's spines. If they had entered before Lord Voodoo set off his trap, they would have been caught in it as well, and without any defenses against the poison, death would be all but certain.
The scream didn't last for long. Someone leaped out the window and ran off into the distance. He was none other than the warrior. In his hand, Lord Voodoo's bottle sat. The skin on his forehead and arms was swiftly rotting. His eyes would have been destroyed as well, had he not covered them with his arm. The warrior cut off his rotting skin as soon as he got out of the house. Then, he made his escape as he refused to stay around for even a moment longer.