Having breath means—
I'm not dead yet!
The avatar is still lit up!
I can still struggle!
There's still a chance!
Angela quickly took a few steps forward.
Zhao Yulong wiped his sweat again.
"Are you okay?"
Angela bent down, her crimson lips revealing a slight smile as she checked Oda Mai's state.
Oda Mai: "..."
"Not dead, right?"
Zhao Yulong came up from behind, asking as he walked.
"Shouldn't be... but."
Angela suddenly laughed.
In an instant, her right hand emitted a series of crisp snaps, veins bulging on the back of her palm, and her fingers ghastly twisted in a bizarre way.
The index and middle finger, which bore no nail polish, suddenly elongated sharply, like sharp blades, emitting a cold radiance in the darkness.
Yi Lin: "..."
Zhao Yulong: "..."
"Hehehe..." While laughing, Angela unexpectedly pierced Oda Mai's chest with her two finger blades without any warning!
Chi!
