After guessing her the level of her opponent’s strength, Angel’s mind began to calm down slightly.
"General-level is still alright. As long as I use the right moves, I should be able to counter it. But how did he manage to do it exactly? Seeing that he wasn’t afraid of the toxins on the Black Panther’s claws at all?"
Thinking of this, her fingertips suddenly lit up with a green flame, as she quickly drew a gesture in the space in front of her.
"Shared Vision."
A smile appeared on her face, as she saw that there was still one Black Panther that had not been destroyed yet. Her vision immediately transferred to look through the creature’s eyes.
Suddenly, her face contorted into an extremely ugly expression.
Hiss!
The Clouded Leopard beneath her crotch stopped abruptly, its four claws scratching black marks into the grass below.
In front of the woman and the Panther stood a bald man who had both his hands stuffed inside his pockets, looking at her and smiling.
