Sowing
Dark Tunnel.
Reneedol led the few subordinates she had left, hurtling forward with all their might.
"Master, I sense it again—it's caught up with us!"
A Twelve-Winged Angel cried out in panic.
Reneedol whipped around to stare at the angel. "Are you sure?"
The Twelve-Winged Angel said, "I'm sure. None of the misdirection spells or false paths we set up earlier managed to fool it!"
Reneedol paused for a moment, then suddenly softened her tone.
"Fu Du, you're the strongest male angel. You can surely hold it off for us and buy us a little time."
Two figures flew out beside her—
Clotho, Goddess of the Beginning of Fate, and Atropos, Goddess of the End of Fate.
They flew to either side of the Twelve-Winged Angel named Fu Du and whispered a few incantations in his ears.
When they finished, the two goddesses vanished.
"You're... right. I can disguise your aura and lead that thing away from you for a while," the angel said woodenly.
"Thanks for the effort." Reneedol nodded.
The angel retreated a few steps, turned, and hurtled back the way they had come.
As soon as his figure disappeared, Reneedol's expression darkened.
She looked at the subordinates she had left.
One female Twelve-Winged Angel.
One male Six-Winged Angel.
Three ghost lords.
One ghost hero.
—This ghost hero had grown stronger quickly and was also quite talented at scheming. The three ghost lords had tried to suppress him for a time, but he had deftly escaped one perilous situation after another, eventually drawing her attention.
These were all the people she had left.
She couldn't kill any more of them. If she did, she would be completely alone.
"How many minutes until we reach Evil Ghost World?" Reneedol asked.
"One more minute, and we'll complete the transfer,"