Seeing Shirley stride toward him with murderous intent, Duncan could not help but sigh. So in the end, this trouble really had to fall on my head.
He was not particularly nervous. To be fair, he knew he had almost no combat experience, while the girl before him looked like the sort of warrior woman who could charge in and out of Changban Slope seven times. Yet he was not panicking in the slightest.
First, he had a pigeon skilled at delayed slashes. Ai's ability took effect instantly within its range and activated faster than a gun. If Shirley really swung that dog at him, she would probably be defeated by the pigeon's high ping midair, then die from packet loss.
Second, he controlled Spectral Flame, which worked wonders against all supernatural things. This flame could even control the Lost Homeland, so surely the Abyssal Hound before him could not be harder to handle than all the monsters aboard the Lost Homeland? At worst, he could wrap his whole body in possessed flames, and then it would be time for his specialty: Miss, I see that your dog and I are fated...
Lastly, and most importantly—this body was not his true body anyway.
What he was using at the moment was merely an avatar. Though physiologically, this avatar seemed to be alive, in essence, "it" was still just a corpse animated by ghostly power. Duncan did not need this body to remain physically intact in order to keep it moving. Just like the "avatar" in the sewers that had continued moving even after losing its heart, he only needed this body to continue "existing" in order to keep using it.
He even suspected that even if his current avatar were chopped into eight pieces, he could still control it and