Mofulei had never expected the battle to collapse in an instant. The entire process had taken less than ten minutes from start to finish, so quickly that she had no time at all to withdraw calmly.
But it was fine. As long as she could flee back to Forgefire Capital, with the power of [Lust], she could continue—
"Where do you think you're running?"
An unfamiliar voice appeared in her mind without warning. She whipped her head around and saw Number Ten in the sky, with a Yellow Book curled in his grasp, already about to catch up to her.
"Bretta, protect me!"
At her command, a trace of timidity flashed through the eyes of the Zafa Clan leader fleeing alongside her, but she still gritted her teeth and raised her staff at Number Ten.
Suddenly, Number Ten shot a ball of light at her. Bretta's pupils shrank, and she hurriedly changed the attack she was about to release into a shield. Only after doing so did she realize that what Number Ten had fired at her really was just an orange orb of the Illumination Art.
At the same time, Number Ten's figure vanished from the sky and appeared behind Bretta.
"A mage who can't stay calm is no different from trash."
Bretta hurriedly turned back, but it was already too late.
The Tentacle Blade easily broke through the shield that specifically defended against magic, severing the tendons in Bretta's wrists and ankles. She pitched headfirst into the snow and curled up in agony.
Number Ten paid her no further attention, and instead continued pursuing the Succubus.
"Useless thing!" Seeing that the Zafa Clan leader had failed to delay Number Ten even for a moment, Mofulei cursed inwardly and knew she had to risk her life now!
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