Laura's pupils shrank as Davis's fingers tightened around her throat. Her spear slipped from her grasp and fell, embedding itself into the ground below with a dull thud. The lightning arcs flickering around it faded like dying sparks.
Even though it was a Low-Level Empyrean Grade Spear also gifted by Sophie, it had no effect on Davis as he basically suppressed the lightning with his own law comprehension and forcefully captured it by putting behind his entire suppressed martial cultivation on the tip of his two fingers with blood manipulation.
In this state, they were comparable to Level One Empyreans, but he still easily subdued them.
Laura choked, tears emerging from her eyes. She barely managed to raise her hands, grabbing Davis's wrist.
"Let him… go… spare… him…" Her voice broke into a faint rasp.
Her body trembled as the pressure on her throat slowly increased. Veins appeared across her neck while the air in her lungs became scarce.
