Juliette Jones inexplicably stepped back.
"Are you scared?" Ella Lacey smirked.
"Who's scared of you!"
Juliette Jones pointed at the glowing hot dirt scattered on the ground, "I'm worried about the heat here!"
"We are in the same situation, you are being roasted by the heat, so am I."
Ella Lacey took another step forward, and Juliette Jones finally didn't back down.
But she had already lost most of her momentum, the fearless Ella Lacey before her made her inexplicably believe Emma Campbell's words.
There must be a trap!
"Raise your blade!" Ella Lacey suddenly ordered her.
"You tell me to raise it, and I do? Ridiculous!" Juliette Jones' innate rebelliousness.
But, the next second, she found her intact left hand uncontrollably waving the long knife that glinted coldly.
She waved it so much it seemed like a flower of blades!
And there were no signs of stopping!
What was happening?
Before long, her arm ached, and she said in disbelief, "Ella Lacey, was this your doing?"
