But she didn't make any aggressive move; the moment she discovered the enemy, she had already retreated.
Because this time was enough for the pale demons to lock onto her!
With a tap of her foot, a terrifying dent appeared in the frozen ground, and the agile figure wielding dual blades dashed out a hundred meters, her short hair ruffled by the night breeze, her eyes flashing like cold light.
She turned, crossing the dual blades in front of her chest and slashing towards the sky.
Without any warning, a tear ripped open the sky with a crunch.
Without even checking the results, sensing the opponent's momentary pause, Nut leapt like a swift antelope, disappearing into the wilderness in a few bounds.
Marcus stood in mid-air, staring absentmindedly at his hand formed of white flames.
The next moment, a cross appeared on it, and the white flame disintegrated.
But this collapse lasted only a moment; the white flame burned again, and the wound vanished without trace.
