Even the five-ring Weakness Curse was a heavy burden for the Fallen Angel himself.
Although he was not rendered almost immobile like Gagnor, it still took him quite some time to crawl up from the ground, trembling like an old man.
He chanted a spell, preparing to remove the curse from himself. However, lifting a curse was inevitably more troublesome than casting one. Casting it had already taken a moment, so removing it naturally took even longer.
Just as the Fallen Angel was attempting to remove the curse, an angry shout suddenly came from behind him.
"Die, demon!"
The Fallen Angel panicked. He tried to dodge, but his weakened body simply would not allow him to complete the movement he had planned.
A huge boulder came hurtling toward him.
"Boom!" The Fallen Angel was instantly smashed to the ground.
He struggled to get back up, but in the next moment, a large hand seized his ankle.
Cassandra grabbed the Fallen Angel by the ankle, yanked him up, then slammed him viciously into the ground.
"Boom!" The ground was immediately smashed into a human-shaped crater, sending dirt and stones flying.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Cassandra repeated the motion relentlessly, swinging the Fallen Angel from side to side and smashing him against the ground again and again. Every so often, she even spun him around several times in her hand. Before long, she had pulverized the nearby stone ground.
It had to be said that the Fallen Angel could certainly take a beating. Even after enduring so many heavy blows, he still was not dead. His eyes merely rolled white as though he were on the verge of passing out, while his body spasmed repeatedly.
But if this continued, it was only a matter of time before he was beaten to death—or even