Dongfang Minghui ran forward with all her might, but however fast she ran, she could not outrun the dark shadow behind her.
"Ninth Miss, come back with me quietly."
A dark shadow descended from above and landed in front of her, blocking her path. The person beneath the black robe exuded an icy aura. She had once sensed that same aura from the heroine, though it had vanished in an instant.
"You're Dark-Type Spirit Masters."
Putting that together with the Darkness Corps the Love Flower had just mentioned, she had a rough idea of who they were.
"You certainly ask a lot of questions, Ninth Miss."
The man chuckled sinisterly, and two clouds of gray mist suddenly rose from his hands, one from each.
The instant that mist appeared, Dongfang Minghui's memories rushed back to Death Valley. A troublesome cloud of gray mist had once entered her body and seeped into her Soul Sea.
Little Lecher had paid a terrible price for it and still had not regained human form.
"That's death aura!"
Dongfang Minghui immediately summoned every scrap of her spiritual power to resist. Her opponent was a Spirit Warrior-level Dark-Type Spirit Master, but that single rank of difference was enough to crush her completely, pinning her beneath his power.
Little Lecher stirred violently within her Soul Sea, having caught that same familiar scent.
She watched the two clouds of gray mist merge into one enormous cloud, drawing ever closer to her.
If that thing caught her, it would most likely devour her vitality bit by bit.
"I'm done for."
Dongfang Minghui nervously squeezed her eyes half shut.
The Black-Robed Man chuckled, watching sinisterly as the death aura enveloped her little by little. Then, in the blink of an eye, the sight before him stunned him.
As the gray