Beastmaster's fist was still protruding from the abomination's chest, but in the next moment, she tore it out, almost ripping the entire corpse apart.
She seemed angry… really angry.
"How dare you raise a hand to my sister…"
Before the abomination could assemble itself back together, the beautiful Saint kicked it, sending the mangled corpse flying back. It landed on the sand a dozen meters away, twitched slightly, and then rose, already knitting itself into a single whole again.
The two of them stood opposite each other, looking intently at the enemy. The creature was bloodied and beaten, but eerily calm. There was a smile on its lips.
Beastmaster looked just as battered, her face torn and painted with blood. Her expression was dark and full of cold fury.
She gritted her teeth and spat:
"I won't show you mercy."
The corpse stared at her with a smile.
Then, it suddenly spoke.
Tilting its head, the corpse asked:
