"Ah, let me do it, it's my turn, my turn!"
"Don't push!"
In the pink world on the side of the Love and Desire Gate, several heart-shaped tails kept swaying, highlighting the entranced and competitive shoving sounds of the enchanting demons. Even as Fisher led Moli and the others close to them, they remained oblivious.
They were crawling or fighting to pounce on the figure struggling weakly in their midst, like they were ravenously feeding.
When Fisher arrived, he saw bird corpses scattered everywhere on the ground, as if these dead birds had just experienced a battle, but were too frail to protect their controlling master.
"Hey, stop for a moment."
Unlike the little demons who sensed Fisher's Mythical Rank aura and fled earlier, these enchanting demons did not react at all, continuing to surround the Death Lord, absorbing and extracting something.
