Flame against flame.
Frost against frost.
Angel rapidly expended her spirituality, unleashing every Beyonder Ability of a Witch and raining them down upon the gray-white-haired Demoness of Pleasure.
Yet her opponent possessed the same abilities, and enhanced by a High Sequence Potion, they were even more powerful than Angel's.
Amid splintering frost and black flames that surged and died away, the Demoness of Pleasure defended herself halfheartedly, a smile lingering in her eyes.
She seemed not to care at all about winning or losing. She merely responded passively, stalling for time as she waited for something to happen.
"Just like last time, it's only you and me, while your teammates are fighting desperately over there," the demoness said unhurriedly as she dodged an incoming Black Flame. "Unfortunately, this time, they won't have a chance to escape."
The words spoken in that seductive voice filled Angel with fury.
"You know me?"
The demoness's hostility toward her was unmistakable. But aside from the time when the Nighthawks had followed the clues to destroy their hideout and dismantle the Curse Altar, Angel could not remember any personal grudge between them.
"I'd recognize you even if you were burned to ashes," the stunning gray-white-haired woman said bitterly, the smile vanishing from her eyes. "Hmm, that's not a bad idea. Once your teammates die before your eyes, one by one, I'll burn you to ashes to honor Randy."
The spider silk around her suddenly drew together, attempting to bind Angel, but it was ignited by Black Flame emerging from the void and burned into a wisp of azure smoke.
"Randy? Who's that?"
At Angel's slightly bewildered question, fury suddenly appeared on her opponent's face. She charged directly into Angel's Frost Spear, turning into shards of glass at the moment it struck her, then reappeared at