She was already a bit tipsy.
In the past, whenever she encountered an opponent who was obviously unbeatable, she would choose to flee.
But this time, she really wanted to kill this scorpion!
Lanci didn't let her run.
Talia simply let loose the long-repressed nature of her Demon Race, and began to brawl with the creature.
At this moment, she was already covered in wounds, her once pale skin dusted with charred ash and dark crimson bloodstains.
Beneath the chilling gaze of the Silver Moon, Talia clenched her teeth and exerted all her strength to resist her powerful enemy.
The Blasphemous Lord Melogas's pitch-black figure was still agile and deadly like a purple flame.
Attacking Melogas, Melogas often stood immovably; but Melogas's attacks were somewhat difficult for Talia to receive.
The extremely dangerous situation made Talia hard pressed on all sides.
She didn't know if Lanci had successfully escaped to a safe enough location with Hyperion.