Citrus was momentarily at a loss as she stared at the figure standing only a few meters away, with the Demon Lord of the Jaxith family in his arms.
Currently, her hand had pierced through the paved ground with ease, crushing a black heart under the sudden tightness of her grip, completely failing to understand how her speed had been outmatched in the previous encounter. One moment, the completely drained and exhausted Demon Lord was in front of her; the next, she was gone.
"Was she teleported away? I didn't sense any spatial distortion, even now. Time stop? Impossible. That wouldn't work on me. So, is he just that much faster?" Citrus frowned as she muttered to herself in a daze.
Letting go of the crushed heart in her hand, she allowed the poisonous blood to drip from her fingers as she attempted to scrutinize the figure of the newcomer.
