"Louis, oh, how pitiful… don't worry, your beautiful face will surely be healed."
Just then, Aboli suddenly approached, speaking softly.
As she had said earlier, she would find Louis's body—of course, she would also bring it back.
Clang!
A flash of light shot forward at that moment, and Aboli stopped Lucas's sharp blade barehanded.
Now taller than before—perhaps over one meter eighty—Aboli looked at Lucas as though he were just a child, her eyes filled with disdain.
"You whore! Louis wouldn't have died if we hadn't listened to you!" Lucas roared, pouring even more strength into his strike.
Blood instantly trickled from Aboli's palm.
She raised her brows slightly and said calmly, "Ugly monkey, no one ever forced you to listen to me. You could not cling to me, hoping to find Louis."
Aboli smiled faintly, tilting her head. "Now, get lost."
With that, she flung Lucas away with unimaginable force.
