"The only good news is that they don't seem to intend to kill me. But I'll probably end up wishing I were dead. Sure enough, I haven't had any luck since meeting Mr. Wang."
The woman in red smiled bitterly. Then again, Mr. Wang might fare even worse than her this time—his soul would be devoured by the Demon Kings. After all, he was a Holy Spirit, and they would never pass up such a feast.
Despite her despair, the woman in red refused to give up. She formed a shield with her remaining magic, hoping to block the attacks from Demon and the others.
Unfortunately, it was useless. The magic shield shattered instantly. Just as the barrage of attacks was about to strike her, an enormous phantom image appeared out of thin air, enclosing her within its protection.
Unfortunately, under the ferocious barrage, the phantom image soon became riddled with cracks and teetered on the verge of collapse.
"It's no use. The War God spear is a fine weapon, but these people are far stronger than it. Even I'm no match for them."
The woman in red sighed. She could not defeat even one of them in single combat, let alone an entire group attacking together. They really had no sense of fair play.
"That's a fine weapon. I'll take it."
Demon spoke greedily. The King of Negativity gave him a speechless look. Could he show a little restraint? He said, "You deal with Bronze Man. We'll capture the Demon Queen. Oh, and try to keep him alive. I want to get to the bottom of what happened last time."
"Leave it to me."
Demon was about to advance when Andrew sneered. "You think you've got me cornered?"
As he spoke, Andrew took out the stone statue containing all