584. YOU SHOULD BE GLAD

"What is the meaning of this?" The lady asked. Her tone spoke of her anger, but she remained in place. Merely the whiffs exuded by the daggers damaged her skin. All he needed to do was apply adequate force and her head would roll.

Even for tier 4's, the detachment of their head meant instant death.

"What do you think?" Noah arced an eyebrow ready to take her seriously if she had any tricks under her sleeves, which she probably did. "I am interrogating you, and I expect answers."

"I don't know what you're talking about," she feigned ignorance, and Noah applied a bit of pressure on her neck, drawing blood even if that blood withered and bits of her powerful skin began to lose vitality.

Thanks to her peak tier 4 body she could stop that effect from spreading quickly. Were it to be a middle staged expert, they would find their heads withering into nothingness in mere seconds.