Hazelnut haze occasionally swam around Selena's figure as she stood on top of the squirming being from Paradise itself. Her eyes were sharper than daggers as she looked down at the Seraphim Cultivator that couldn't even afford to cough out blood.
His eyes were bloodshot. He was stronger than him on every paper yet he was the one on the ground. He could feel his ribs pricking and his thumping heart as a few of his blood vessels burst out through his nose.
"Who are you?!" shouted the Seraph with every last bit of his strength left.
Selena didn't answer as she scowled at the person under her legs. She snorted before chanting.
"Feast the blood of your enemies, Scarlett!"
The black sword appeared in her hand before she hovered it around his head.
"Heh, hahaha, you think that little sword could kill me? I'm a Seraphim Cultivator! Normal death won't kill me that easily!" shouted the Seraphim Cultivator as he smirked.
