Sunny looked at the wounded demon, a grim look of resolve on his face.
At this point, there was no reason to argue. They had no other choice but to face the guardian of the island themselves. Sunny's bag of tricks was all empty anyway — in the end, their fates were still going to be decided by sharp blades.
Someone was going to get killed, and someone was going to be the killer.
"How are we going to deal with his armor?"
Nephis weighed the sword in her hand and glanced down.
"I will break through the armor. Can you create an opening?"
Sunny nodded, not wasting time on unnecessary questions. If Changing Star was certain of her ability to cut through the demon's carapace, he had no reason to doubt it.
