Before Phield could finish speaking, Gherlos instantly bristled.
The anger on her face vanished. Her complexion turned pale, her delicate body trembled slightly, and her thighs unconsciously pressed together as she gritted her teeth.
"Then surrender is even less of an option."
Jamie was basically a toy. She constantly received all sorts of bizarre "missions" from her lord. Those nauseating acts were so disgusting that even the lunatics within the sect found them revolting.
"Enough talk. I'd rather die fighting."
Gherlos slammed her scythe heavily into the ground.
A bizarrely cute yet ugly puppet floated out from behind her and landed on her fair shoulder.
"Combat Technique, Flame Vortex Impact."
The puppet split its mouth open, and a blazing curtain of fire surged forward like a rolling cloud.
"How much damage could a combat technique possibly do? Wait, why do you even know combat techniques?"
