Death was something no living being could accept, even the Superior Demon.
Although from a certain aspect it was undead, the pain that came with death was real and it was something Bloody Mary could not escape from or reject. It was like facing its own boss, something it had to endure.
Though the difference was, it could never disobey its boss, but those who killed it…
It ought to let those bastards know it wasn't some lousy demon that every John Doe could kill!
Bloody Mary clenched its teeth and grabbed the vine on its chest with its right hand. It turned around suddenly and wrapped the vine around its shoulder, its left hand grabbing the remaining vine and pulling hard!
Bang!
The vine was uprooted, together with the soil attached.
Everyone who saw the root of the vine cried out in shock.
The root… was actually a head! A human head! And it was still alive!
The head widened its eyes in shock and stared at Bloody Mary.
