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. She had reached her limit. She attempted to suppress the pain, but it did not work. On contrary, the power of the chill poison became even more intense and had erupted. A cold wind constantly filled the air.

Seeing Morticia had refused to compromise and would never submit to him, Darryl was speechless and thought the Witch was too competitive.

Then, he grinned and said, "Fine. Let bygones be bygones. Fiend Martyr, stop trying to hold on. Quickly come under my protective shield."

Immediately