Dark blood dripped between the fingers of the woman in black. She gulped in breath after breath, but had stopped screaming... She raised her head, and that vicious, murderous gaze pierced through the gaps between her fingers.
"Master?" The woman in black gritted her teeth and staggered to her feet. "What master? Your master? Someone as proud as you would actually call someone master? How pathetic! Maiden of Orleans, what exactly happened to you after you were betrayed...? Master? Hahahaha!"
She threw her head back and laughed, spreading her limbs wide in an exaggerated manner... Suddenly, she lowered her hands, revealing her face, which had been torn into a bloody mess.
Faced with the woman in black's frenzied laughter, Maid Miss merely leisurely examined her own palm—the very hand that had torn off the other woman's face moments ago.
There was even blood staining her fingers.
Maid Miss casually turned her palm. A flash of black flame swept past, and the blood on her jade-white fingertips began to burn... turning to ash and scattering away.
Contempt... simple, exceptionally brutal contempt.
The woman in black, driven by hatred, changed her expression.
Her mangled features twisted slightly. She waved her hand and seized the black War Banner once more. At the same time, something seemed to burst out from behind her!
It was two enormous gray-black flames... flames of execution born from hatred!
The tremendous flames of hatred spread like a pair of wings. Driven by rage, the gray-black flames seemed to solidify further. At that moment, the woman in black, like Maid Miss, vanished without a trace.
In a moment faster than an instant, the woman in black reappeared strangely behind Maid Miss. The spearhead of the black War Banner in her hand viciously swept toward Maid Miss's neck!
Clang!
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