That mocking and cruel declaration tore through the final psychological defenses of the Wailing Banshees.
Run!
Only this single thought remained in the mind of the Hatred Banshee.
She drove her divinity to its absolute limit, transforming her body into a distorted gray streak of light as she frantically shuttled through the dilapidated Gothic architecture, attempting to use the complex terrain to shake off the terrifying predator behind her.
Where she passed, the carved floral patterns remaining on the walls turned malevolent, and the withered vines came alive, transforming into resentful thorns that tried to block the pursuer.
However, all of this was in vain.
The golden afterimage smashed through the walls and tore through the thorns with an even more unreasonable, tyrannical posture.
He did not even bother to dodge. The obstacles imbued with the Hatred Curse were absorbed by the golden tiger-stripe divinity on the surface of his body the moment they contacted him, turning into the fuel for his sprint.
"Holy shit! This guy Yada Yada... is totally cheating!"
Dawn's voice rang out in the communication channel, filled with incredulous excitement.
He had just broken free from that state of absolute rationality, his mind still a bit dazed, when the scene before him dealt him a heavy blow.
The teammate in his memory who was always a bit timid and needed everyone's protection was currently chasing a Mid-Rank God all over the world and biting them like a fierce beast escaped from primordial mythology.
"It's not cheating, it's 'suppertime'."
Season Star's voice came through calmly, correcting his statement.
Tiga Lingyu did not speak, but her actions said it all.
She raised her hand and made a grasping motion in the void ahead of the fleeing Hatred Banshee.
Space abruptly solidified.
The Hatred Banshee's forward momentum abruptly stalled,