'That look in its eyes!'
Marchioness Moti's heart gave a jerk. She was a Chaotic Saint, yet she shuddered under the gaze. It was unlike the dull look in the puppet's eyes in the past; at that very moment, she thought she saw death.
Whitey's eyes were cold and merciless. At this moment, it was as if it was no longer an emotionless puppet, but a fierce man filled with monstrous killing intent.
A clanging sound rang continuously. Marchioness Moti's slash had put the strength of a Chaotic Saint on full display. It was the demonstration of her full power.
However, the slash was still blocked by Whitey. The sword energy kept blasting at its body, tearing gashes across its metallic skin, but it failed to cut it in half. Then, it fought back.
Foxy, perching on Whitey's shoulder, wagged her nine tails. The Heavengod blood in her turned her fur red as she faced Marchioness Moti, opened her mouth, and spat out a Soul Demon meatball.
