Upon finishing her sentence, Morticia's eyes blazed icily. Her fiend soul burst from her body as she rose in the air, clutching a black longsword to meet Grunt's attack!

In the blink of an eye, a battle broke out between them.

Darryl gasped when he saw that. He was at a loss, torn between feeling complicated and overwhelming.

He felt complicated because being captured by Grunt was dangerous enough, but another powerful figure from the fiend race had appeared too.

He was overwhelmed because he might have a chance at survival if the fiend woman could wound Grunt mortally.

Grunt and Morticia flew in circles through and around each other in mid-air. The collisions of the black longsword and the golden spear emitted a series of clangs that rang through the air.

Grunt had started the battle full of confidence. Yet he slowly began to sweat, shock creeping into his system.

What the hell? Was that woman not just a fiend general? How was she so powerful?

"Give it up. You're no match for