"Ghoul, why bother struggling in your death throes?"
Holding a Sword and chasing after Muria in the sky, but unable to purify his demonoid avatar, the Angel sister finally lost her patience and said to Muria coldly.
"I have something I want to say to the King of Crimson."
"A mere ghoul, and you wish to see His Majesty." The Angel sister scoffed disdainfully.
"I have matters to attend to, otherwise why would I bother coming here?" Muria still tried to salvage the situation, after all, he had come so close, just one step away.
"Boring tricks."
Unfortunately, no matter what Muria said, this Angel sister simply wouldn't listen, and after a few words with him, she resumed chasing and trying to slash him with her Sword.
With no choice left, Muria continued to dodge. When there is such a disparity in power, skill can only barely keep one alive, but can't change anything.
