However, Mary didn't pay much attention to them.
On that exquisitely surreal face, there was no expression, not even a glance at those night thieves.
The nine red spirits under Mary's command, all enhanced by the fog, were noisy and restless, clapping their hands and giggling as they cleared a path for Mary.
Any night thief who managed to withstand the red fog and attempted to approach was viciously attacked by these few "personal guards."
The red spirits tore and bit, and in combination with the blood fog, they easily dismembered a night thief.
Their ferocity was not inferior to that of their master.
"Behind you."
Once close enough, the red fog around Mary thickened considerably, wrapping around her swaying red dress.
The next second, she and her knife appeared directly behind the Murakuni Demon God.
The cold, gleaming heavy cleaver was lifted high, carrying the red mist and wielding a terrifying force that caused ripples to disturb the space, slashing down.
Clang!
