Barut's Instant Defeat; The Despair of the Two

He knew perfectly well that they could not possibly be a match for The Original White in her current state, but if all he had to do was hold her back for a moment, he thought he could still manage it.

However, Testarossa burst out laughing at the sight of such a "dramatic" scene.

Seeing the mocking smile on Testarossa's face, Barut's fury was instantly ignited.

"You damn demon, die!"

Barut roared and charged toward Testarossa.

He looked as though he had resolved never to return.

Watching Barut attack her, Testarossa could not help but ridicule this ant's overestimation of himself.

After all, he was simply... too "weak"!

So weak that even if Testarossa stood still, this ant would be incapable of harming her in the slightest.

Just as the tip of his spear came within a hair's breadth of Testarossa, Barut felt as though victory itself was waving at him!

But before Barut could show a victor's smile, his expression froze the next second. His spear had indeed pierced through Testarossa, but all it had pierced was her afterimage.

What Barut did not know was that his mere Immortal-level strength was fundamentally incapable of keeping up with Testarossa's movements.

"Damn it, where did she run off to?!"

Barut said irritably.

"I'm right here, little ant!"

As Barut frantically searched for Testarossa's figure, a breath of hot air blew across his neck, followed by an intoxicating fragrance.

Before Barut could make any move at all, an icy, jade-like hand tightly gripped his throat from behind!

The scent of death rushed straight at Barut. Seeing Gasta not far away, still writhing desperately like a maggot, endless terror surged into his heart.

"No, don't! Spare me, spare me!"

However, Testarossa had already lost any interest in playing around. She knew this farce