Behind him were the Nighthawks' Red Gloves, who could recover and arrive at any moment, as well as the forces aboard the airship. Ahead of him stood only this mysterious woman.
Without hesitation, Lanevus pushed off with both feet and charged at the mysterious woman.
She also rushed forward, brandishing a dagger wreathed in Black Flame. The distance between them rapidly closed.
Having just escaped the Red Gloves' ambush, Lanevus was currently unarmed. But he had no need for any other weapon. Though he was only a Low Sequence Beyonder of the Marauder Pathway, after being possessed for so long by that detestable True Creator and having parts of his flesh altered, he had gained quite a few unusual abilities amid endless ravings and curses—abilities not belonging to an ordinary Marauder.
Slightly avoiding the dagger's trajectory, he extended his right hand. His palm, reeking of blood and decay, was about to strike her shoulder when the woman abruptly changed direction and dodged to his left. At the same time, her dagger descended, leaving a bone-deep wound across his elbow. The Black Flame on the dagger instantly ignited the skin there and rapidly spread to other parts of his body.
The Cursed Flame, whose pain reached deep into the soul, made Lanevus break out in cold sweat as he hurriedly hooked his right hand into a claw, dug into the skin of his elbow, tore off the flesh burning with the Black Flame, and threw it aside before looking warily at the dagger swaying with black flames.
"Are you a Witch? Why is the Demoness Sect involved in this matter too?"
The Witch did not answer. She merely flicked her dagger and stabbed at him again.
Lanevus knew that Beyonders of the Demoness Pathway could not only wield curse-like Black Flame,