บท 850: Breaking A Promise

"Artifact?" Enigma flipped back in the air as she avoided the poisonous flower petals approaching her.

With a wave of her hand, the gravity field around her change subtly and guided these flowers toward other Abyssals.

"Hmph!" With a snort, the two Abyssals facing her channeled their prana and forced the flowers back toward her.

Looking at their arrogant faces, Enigma was pissed. A black sword emerged out of her palm and shot at an Abyssal.

When he was about to escape, the gravity around him changed. His right hand was pulled to the right and his left hand was pulled to the left. It was as if someone was stretching him in all directions and freezing him in place.

"D-Damn you!"

The other Abyssal spat and turned his arms into branches to block the sword and defend his friend.

However, a very subtle psychic power attacked his brain and turned him slightly sluggish.