The woman snorted coldly, well aware of her predicament.
She had nowhere left to retreat, nowhere left to hide. She could only fight her way forward; only then could she win a sliver of hope for survival.
Moreover, what was happening now was nothing short of a colossal humiliation to her.
She was her lord's most loyal subordinate, and also the most trusted.
Yet now, even after giving it her all, she could not even force the demon to make a move.
No!
Absolutely not!
She would never accept such a humiliating outcome!
Boom!
She tightened her grip on the umbrella and snapped it shut, turning it into a spear, then grasped its shaft.
She all but became one with the great black spear, thrusting it straight at Fang Yang.
Rumble!
Amid a succession of sonic booms, it seemed as though she had pierced the entire curtain of rain.
For the first time, the unending wind and rain became so frail, seemingly turning into a sheet of paper that could be punctured with ease.
And once that sheet of paper was pierced...
No matter how arrogant this demon was, he would still have to make a move, and that would mean she had won!
Perhaps she could even stab the demon to death with a single thrust.
Closer and closer, closer and closer...
The spearhead shrieked incessantly as it pierced the curtain of rain, arriving before Fang Yang in an instant and stabbing fiercely toward his chest.
Just as it was about to pierce clean through Fang Yang, a voice suddenly rang out beside her ear.