Morticia was quick-witted. She knew Darryl was trying to make her beg him when she saw him squinting. 'But I'm one of the twelve Fiend Martyrs and the number one Witch among the fiend race. How could I submit to him?'

She bit her lips and tried to activate the Power of the Fiend Soul to ward off the Abyss Chill Poison. However, the chill poison had already spread throughout her body and was out of control.

After a few moments, Morticia's lips turned white and her delicate face was full of pain