When they appeared on the other side and saw the inside of a ruined temple, their expressions couldn't help but change. Although they were powerful, they were not veterans. They were still youths without much experience, so when that evil aura brushed against them, their souls screamed with the most disgusted and rejecting tone.
"Welcome, little Heaven's Puppets~"
A cold yet seductive voice echoed from the woman stabbed by many Divine Exalt Grade Armaments, hanging upside down, her face ripped and looking grotesque.
"What an evil aura…" Clara's brows squinted, "Brother's death aura is much scarier, but yours is downright abominable. You shouldn't exist."
"Aiya? I shouldn't exist?"
Lilliana Rayton scoffed, "Little wench, I was born way back before you. If anything, I shouldn't have let you be born. Mhm? Wait a second. Have we met somewhere? Your features look so similar… oh, well, who cares?"
