"I killed myself... Ah—"
Miss Bones, shielded by An Su in front of him, cocked her head, her face a picture of confusion, with a clear bewilderment shining in her eyes.
She pointed at the Azure Sorceress, who split half of the artificial sky, then lifted the sleeve of her robe to reveal her skeletal frame, picked at it, and gestured to An Su that she's now nothing more than a spare ribs spirit.
In life, Bone was at the pinnacle of demi-gods. After being summoned by An Su with a substantial amount of magic power, her rank could barely reach that of a saint.
Even so, she could only be the weakest of saints.
Compared to her nineteen-year-old self—the Azure Sorceress with a complete flesh body and Magic Eye—Bone felt she would be scattered into a disassembled skeleton with just one hit.
Even though she also yearned to slay her adolescent, sophomoric self, that was merely wishful thinking. To put it plainly, right now she was nothing more than an undead without a corpse.
