Holy shit, Towa just went over there like that!
After the battle between the two Angel-level fighters, an abnormally terrifying amount of chaotic energy lingered behind. Unless one had reached godhood, it was almost impossible to be immune to it.
To a certain extent, it counted as a form of radiation, though one could become immune after reaching a certain level.
Towa's move had been far too sudden. Karochi had thought she was about to unleash some ultimate move. Was this woman tired of living, just rushing in like that?
Looking at Demigra now, he seemed like he wanted to swallow her alive.
Tapion hadn't reacted in time, and Karochi was just as baffled.
Like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, Towa was already nearing the battlefield between the two. Karochi told Tapion to take care of himself, then used Instant Transmission to appear beside Marcarita.
At the same time, Towa had already appeared before Demigra.
Marcarita turned her head toward Karochi in confusion, her eyes seeming to ask what was going on.
Karochi's mouth twitched as he shook his head. He had no idea what madness had gotten into Towa either.
He had rushed over because he was afraid she would disrupt Marcarita's attack rhythm. Anyone with eyes could tell that Marcarita had this fight in the bag.
"Towa, you bitch! You still dare show your face before me?" Demigra immediately disregarded the pain from his injuries as killing intent and towering demonic energy erupted from him.
It sounded as though he bore some deep grudge against Towa. Karochi was utterly stunned. That shouldn't be the case—hadn't this woman also helped with the Grand Sacrifice?
Why did he sound like he had actually been cuckolded? What the hell? Weren't you two on the same side?