Facing an Ancient God for a Year

This voice was undoubtedly familiar.

So much so that the moment Winona realized it, she almost reflexively clawed toward the source.

Though it was an instinctual attack, it was exceptionally fierce, silently and swiftly rendering Claire’s precious furniture useless.

And even before the shattered pieces had a chance to hit the ground, they were already reduced to finer fragments.

As if accompanied by that black lightning-like silhouette, the air seemed to be filled with countless invisible, tiny blades.

It was clearly a long-suppressed firepower fully unleashed.

It was evident that regarding the thug who might return, Winona was filled with fear but also brimming with killing intent.

That’s right, she could never forget this voice even if it turned to ashes.

Grimshaw!

It was indeed the right decision to stay guard here—

The next moment, within the storm of hundreds and thousands of invisible deadly forces, Winona’s agile body suddenly stiffened.

Turning her head bit by bit, she looked in Claire’s direction.