The battle had lasted only a little over a minute.
"Huff, huff..."
Luo Fan knelt on one knee, gasping for breath. Sweat mixed with blood slid down his forehead and dripped onto the rocks beneath him.
The Nightmare Nekomata was possessing Luo Fan. In beastman form, his pitch-black wings drooped slightly behind him, and his sharp claws were covered in his own blood.
A bone-deep wound on his left shoulder was slowly healing.
That was An Xiaoran's Healing taking effect.
Ten meters away, An Xiaoran leaned against Tomeko, her face pale.
She had already deactivated her angel form. Clearly, the constant fighting and healing had drained her too much.
Tomeko was hardly any better off. She propped herself up with the Samurai Sword planted in the ground. Her sword hand trembled slightly, and the web between her thumb and forefinger was drenched in blood.
The Qipao Weird stood at the very front, swaying on her feet.
The Time Ripples around her had dimmed completely. Her cool face was bloodless, and dark silver blood stained the corner of her mouth.
To cover Luo Fan earlier, she had taken a frontal attack from Young Master Weird head-on. Now, the time rule within her was in complete disarray, almost on the verge of collapse.
And that Young Master Weird...
It still stood elegantly in place, without so much as a single crease in its black-and-gold robe.
Its eyes, glowing with golden light, swept over them all. A faint smile lingered on its lips, like a cat toying with mice.
"Is that all?"
It spoke, its voice still low and hoarse, carrying that elegant, aristocratic quality. "You managed to kill a sixth-tier Flame Demon. I thought you would be a little more interesting. Now, it seems you're nothing special."
It raised a hand and