All demons subconsciously believe that these thieves, under national pursuit, are surely like frightened rats, desperately wanting to escape from Azegrat, how could they burrow into Zelata, which is like a demon cave.
"Are you ever going to stop?"
The grief and indignation in Triple Shadows Taharissi's heart was not just about to overflow, but rather erupted like a volcano.
The golden figure was like a maggot clinging to her bone, chasing once again from afar.
This time the opponent needed no disguise, advancing at an inconceivable speed.
Coupled with the opponent's precise ability to lock onto her, the various illusionary traps she laid along the way were simply decorative.
The opponent didn't need to care, just follow the direct lock for a straight flight.
The more small tricks she did along the way, the more time she delayed, the faster the opponent closed in.
