Chapter: 470
“Ms. Harmon?” Istrid’s expression hardened, and she rushed forward with her men. As they neared the cage. Istrid drew her sword and severed the chains with a resounding clang.
“Ms. Harmon! Are you okay?”
Istrid opened up the metal door and was about to save the woman inside when the woman suddenly flashed an evil grin, With a sudden wave of her hand, she threw out a barrage of yellow powder that was highly toxic. Any ordinary person who came into contact with it would surely meet their demise.
Istrid’s pupils constricted, and she immediately stepped back, covering her mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the dust.
“Hah… You reacted quickly. You almost fell into my trap,” the woman chuckled lightly, pushing her hair aside to reveal a pale and unfamiliar face.
“Who are you?” Istrid’s brow furrowed. It was fortunate that she dodged in time, or she would have been in trouble.
“That’s not important. What’s important is how much your head is worth.” the woman replied and launched another attack, thrusting her knife forward.
“Hmph!” Istrid’s longsword quivered as it severed the woman’s arm and, at the same time, pierced through her chest with lightning speed.
“So fast. The woman’s eyes widened as she toppled backward.
“How weak.” Istrid wore a disdainful expression as she scanned her surroundings.
“Anyone else?”
“Interesting”
Leering at her curvaceous figure, Darkwrath licked his lips in excitement.
“Hey, pretty lady, let me have a taste of you!” As he spoke, his toes tapped the ground, propelling him forward like a ghostly shadow. His body flickered in and out of existence, making it hard to figure out his movements,
Istrid bellowed, “Die!”
With a flick of her sword, two blades that were both swift and deadly danced forward. Just as her attack was about to hit their target, Darkwrath suddenly vanished from thin air.
“Hey, pretty lady, where are you looking?”
She heard a sinister voice behind her, and her expression changed slightly. Without looking back, she thrust her sword backward. She was fast, but Darkwrath was faster, and her sword sliced through the empty air.
Taking advantage of her distraction, Darkwrath grabbed her butt forcefully. Chuckling obscenely, he remarked,” Soft and supple. What a treasure.” He didn’t harm her, clearly reveling in playing with his prey like a game of cat and mouse.
Fueled by the humiliation, Isfrid erupted in fury.
“You will pay with your life!”
Her sword danced with rapid speed. In an instant, she was enveloped in a whirlwind of swirling blades that radiated with shimmering brilliance.
Yet, Darkwrath continued to flicker in and out of existence, appearing to be at ease and in control.
Istrid was out of breath when Darkwrath suddenly wrapped her in an embrace from behind. His tongue slithered out on her face, and he licked her slowly and forcefully.
“Beauty, you’re delicious! I’m going to eat you tonight!” He chuckled devilishly, his face full of lust.