The remaining three had thick limbs and clenched fists. Kurome could smell blood and ointment from their bodies even from here.
One at the 7th stage of Marrow Awakening Realm.
Another at the 9th.
And the leader… 2nd stage of Viscera Refining Realm.
Compared to them, that boy was like a fish thrown into a pit of wolves. Barely at the 1st stage of Viscera Refining Realm.
His aura was unstable, a clear sign of someone who had just stepped into a new realm through sheer desperation.
His body wasn't even used to his recent breakthrough yet, and he was already riddled with injuries. Worse, he was carrying his sister, who couldn't even stand on her own.
Even though only one among the pursuers stood at a higher realm, it didn't matter.
This was overkill.
A group like that wasn't needed for two barely breathing targets.
They came prepared for a clean snatch.
No room for escape.
No room for struggle.
Kurome's tail flicked again.
Then why hadn't they caught the boy yet?
