Chapitre 245: Mullwica's Soul

Selma Payne's POV:

Countless souls wrapped around me and attacked Azazel.

Azazel didn't take my rebellion seriously. Instead, he squinted in delight. "You're so energetic. I was worried that you wouldn't be able to recover because of this. It would be so boring if you become a boring dead dog!"

With his contemptuous dodging, all my attacks missed. But it didn't matter because my primary target wasn't him at all...

"Ah-!"

When Azazel dodged, New Flow wrapped the archpriest from head to toe and quickly digested its prey like a pitcher plant digesting a fly. The archpriest did not even have the time to struggle. The angry souls firmly locked his limbs, and the river absorbed the black mist that spread out. There was nothing he could do but struggle in fear.

He looked at Azazel pleadingly, but Azazel only looked at him as if he were performing. He had no intention of saving him.