Chapter 37: Devouring Beast Cores
"YOU’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!" The lady’s voice rang out with a chilling finality as her body floated gracefully in the air like a divine moon goddess. Her form was as flawless as a statue, seemingly sculpted with exquisite care over centuries. Her breathtaking pink eyes complemented the crescent moon symbol on her forehead, amplifying her beauty and mystique.
"Damn it! She escaped! Get her!" barked the group leader, his alarmed tone betraying his panic. Assuming a battle stance, he chanted, "Wind Blades!" The surrounding air churned chaotically before condensing into the razor-sharp shapes of blades.
Without hesitation, he launched the attack toward her, hoping to gain the upper hand.
As the blades surged through the air, the rest of the group sprang into action. They leaped skyward, ascending even higher than the floating pink-haired woman, their attacks coordinated with brutal precision.
*Swish!*
Their legs cut through the air, descending toward her like deadly scythes. But the woman remained unfazed. She stood motionless, a small smirk curling her lips.
*"If you think this is enough to defeat me, you’re sorely mistaken,"* she thought, an air of confidence exuding from her.
At the last possible moment, she moved. With almost supernatural agility, she dodged all of the wind blades before lifting her gaze upward. She saw the two pairs of legs plunging toward her. "Pathetic," she remarked with an unnerving calmness. In a blur of motion, she seized them mid-air, swinging their bodies with practiced ease. After a few dizzying spins, she flung them far into the distance.
*Crash!*
The two landed with dull, bone-jarring thuds, their groans of pain eliciting a satisfied smirk from the pink-haired woman. To her, their suffering was as sweet as honey dripping onto warm bread.
She descended slowly, her demeanor akin to a goddess gracing the mortal realm. The group leader, seeing her approach, stumbled backward in visible panic.