"How's it going? Hard to deal with, isn't it?"
In the forest, a swift figure raced forward. Her movements were exceptionally skillful as she nimbly dodged the friction of space, like a fairy unaffected by wind resistance, flitting lightly through the air.
It was Maya, who had returned to her original form. At this moment, Maya's face was pale, and her condition was clearly far from good.
A closer look revealed that she was covered in wounds. One of them had struck a vital spot—the spine, three inches up, deep enough to expose bone!
That was the central nerve of the back, the spot targeted by backstabs. For any humanoid creature, it was a fatal weakness!
"The Sanctuary Family's strongest genius of this generation... I've truly seen it now..." Maya said coldly.
"You're not bad yourself..." the hoarse voice replied. "A spellcaster who can duel one of the Federation's top young assassins in an assassin's battle. If your brothers and sisters found out, their hearts would probably turn cold!"
"Heh..." Maya sneered. "You sure know how to make sarcastic remarks. You're not even helping!"
"With me in this state, how could I dare help?" the sinister voice laughed. "You know how fragile an undead is without a body. I managed to deal with Sabo so easily because I had a secret treasure that countered him. Against that top-tier assassin from earlier, I probably wouldn't last even three seconds..."
"If you knew that, why did you give up the body they prepared for you?" Maya said coldly. "You could have kept Sabo's body. You only had to agree not to touch that Fallen Angel girl..."
"Do I have to accept whatever someone gives me? I'm a man with principles..."
Maya: "..."
"What are you really plotting? You told me before that