"Huff... huff..."
Breathing heavily with anger still not dissipated from her face, she transformed her hands into two hard candy chain hammers.
As a seasoned Pirate Warlord who has honed the Fischer Swordsmanship for many years, her close combat skills are by no means weak compared to Fairy Tale Witchcraft.
But as soon as she looked up, she met Byron's indifferent blue eyes next to the pit, and for some inexplicable reason, her heart trembled, her boiling blood receded like a tide, and every nerve screamed at her:
"I'm going to die! I'm going to die!
This merciless killing aura... how many people has he killed? And how many Fourth Order Mythical Creatures?
If he wants to kill me, even with a sugarified body immune to physical attacks, I would surely die!"
In fact, her perception was not wrong at all.
