"Terramante," she said, turning her head slowly and seeing him standing at the high arch.

Someone stood in the dim corridor behind him.

The man's outline seemed familiar, but her thoughts were completely stirred by the existence of the man she had just beheaded. He was not very good at all and was still alive.

As usual.

He wore ancient and traditional black armor, symbolizing the rule of the Naserrel Empire, paired with a dragon-winged cloak, fixed-style arm armor and dark purple robe.

His personal mark is: a lion-like creature depicted in a black outline on a blood-red background, with dragon-like or bat-like wings.

Ms. Lost's spokesperson in the material world resisted the temptation of looking back at the head on the floor to make sure it was still there.

It's still there.

"Please allow me to finish my words that have not been finished yet." Terramante, the Supreme King of the Ghost City, said calmly, "I think... I should not interfere with the goddess's plan, why should I fight each other hard?"

Eliriel didn't answer his question.

When she slid her hand to the hilt of her whip sword, she heard a faint magic spell.

Immediately afterwards, Eliriel felt her body be covered by an invisible magic energy, and this feeling was like a paralyzed effect of shadow energy, and it was difficult to move at all.

Obviously, it is the defense of the Yin Soul Tower at work.

"It's such a mess..." said Terramante: "And the trouble of headaches."
Chapter completed!