"I told you."
"Being weak yet unaware of it—that is the greatest sin."
"Your ability is decent. You can precisely locate hidden opponents. Combined with a supernatural item, you can indeed pose a threat to many people who are just as useless."
"But to a true powerhouse, these are merely laughable little tricks."
One Vicious Ghost after another.
Under the man's urging, they surged toward the woman like a tidal wave.
The woman fought back desperately. The Fur Coat she wore seemed almost to come alive, flapping violently as the Vicious Ghosts crashed into it and billowing up and down.
"Bang—!"
"Bang—bang—!"
The gunshots continued to ring out. The woman had not given up.
She kept distinguishing between the Vicious Ghosts, determining which one was the real body, and fired decisively.
But after several shots in a row,
she had achieved nothing.
Instead, the Vicious Ghosts closing in had piled up layer upon layer, completely burying her beneath a mountain of corpses.
"The clothes she's wearing are impressive."
"It's just a pity that her own ability is geared toward support, and she doesn't have an area-of-effect supernatural item."
"If she wants to escape, I'm afraid she can only rely on those shoes."
The Old Monk watched the situation outside and easily judged the woman's predicament.
The Fur Coat was indeed terrifying.
But passive defense was always a path to death.
When the opponent was overwhelmingly stronger, simple defense would inevitably leave an opening for them to exploit.
And the Old Monk remembered
that the woman was wearing a pair of red high heels.
Those were also a supernatural item.
"Most footwear-type supernatural items are related to movement. If she has no other supernatural item to turn the situation around, then she can only hope those shoes can carry her away."