Very soon, it was Laney's turn to take the stage.
At this moment, she was so nervous that her fingertips slightly trembled, and her palm was slick with cold sweat.
Opposite her stood a Totem level existence she once could only look up to—
A realm she dared not even imagine in the past.
The Totem-level angel stared down at Laney, with a voice indifferent yet carrying undeniable majesty:
"To have reached here with Monarch Tier Nine status, you are already lucky enough."
"If you wish to retain even a shred of dignity, admit defeat voluntarily."
"As a Totem, I do not wish to bully you excessively."
But Laney firmly shook her head.
Without Aster Grant's command, she would not retreat even an inch.
Seeing her choice, the angel sighed softly, eyes growing colder:
"Since you insist on inviting suffering upon yourself, don't blame my merciless hands!"
