Ireta and Florence could no longer hold on, physically exhausted and completely lost in the face of the unending Evil Spirits, placing immense pressure on both women, their movements gradually slowing down.
Escape?
Impossible.
The moment the Evil Spirits were unleashed, their chance to flee had vanished, the surroundings already sealed off by the Evil Spirits.
Woo!
Another chilling wind swept through.
A sharp claw reached out from behind.
A long-haired woman had appeared behind Ireta at some point, her nails ripping through the thin protection in front of them.
This mysterious woman might be the most normal-looking of all the Evil Spirits at first glance, with her graceful figure she must have been a beauty in life.
However, when the woman lifted her head, the sight of her face made even Florence shudder with fear.
