A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 662 CrossRoad · Solipsism · One - II

But how could she possibly... flee?

To see this slaughter through to its conclusion, come, Seraphina, ponder well, what would Ansel do, where lies the key to piercing this maelstrom?

That sword, that chain blade...

Seraphina's impression of Gleipnir was profound indeed. At the very outset of the taming project in the Red Frost domain, Ansel had used it to entwine her body with gentle precision, the sensation of that cold, dangerous edge gliding across her skin was unforgettable, becoming a certain subtle erotic play between her and Ansel.

The expansion of desire compounds upon itself. Seraphina now found it somewhat difficult to control her emotions, the longing for violence and scarlet fantasies infinitely fueling the scorching, fervent emotions in her wolfish heart, yet rather than clouding her mind, it brought unprecedented clarity.

The all-crushing storm was already advancing to Seraphina's front, but she remained motionless, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the legendary figure in mid-air who had summoned this destruction.

For some reason, the corners of her mouth suddenly curled upward slightly.

Found it... the key!

Awooo—!!!

The phantom of the demon wolf reconstituted behind Seraphina, its howl carrying unmistakable fury and unwillingness. Its wolf eyes, flickering with crimson light, concentrated pure, ferocious wildness.

Though seemingly annihilated in an instant earlier, under Seraphina's control, it whipped up surging currents of crimson-black energy, leading the wolf pack to charge once more into the storm woven by the blades!

The crimson-black tide, which once raised threatened to devour the sky, was instantly shredded to nothingness the moment it collided with the tempest barrier constructed by the blades, as fragile as paper scraps thrown into a shredder. Yet Seraphina's face showed no sign of discouragement.

Even as the expanding storm left her less than an arm's length away, her face already carved with gash after gash by the raging torrent, her expression held only the purest excitement.@@@@

"There... it is!"

In a breath of scorching air, Seraphina's figure vanished from the spot, appearing... within the storm!

Breath, flow, openings, weaknesses...

Seraphina pushed the power of the Head of Wind to its limit. Even with the current flow at its most chaotic, this Head of Wind, specialized as if born for her, could still find fleeting momentary gaps in this desperate situation!

Faster, even faster, faster still!

Seraphina flashed and darted through the storm, her speed increasing with each passing second. Her velocity made her appear almost indistinguishable from teleportation, too swift for the eye to follow, leaving only scattered bursts of fresh blood.

If time could be frozen, one would see a ghastly "human form" with not a patch of intact skin, flesh, sinews, and even bones fully exposed to the fierce winds.

She could not withstand the tempest stirred by the blades, merely avoiding instant death. Yet... evading immediate demise sufficed!

The Beast King's unreasonable adaptability and immortality, capable of enduring even all-consuming flames - albeit briefly under Flamel's full protection - was a miracle Seraphina had indeed achieved.

This mere storm, as long as it didn't slay her instantly, would soon prove ineffective. Even these obsidian blades, formidable enough to challenge fifth-tier powerhouses, would fail to harm her after a few strikes!

But Seraphina never contemplated evasion.

From the moment she discovered her spiritual essence, she had never once considered exploiting this near-cheating power to outlast her opponents until achieving complete immunity, then defeating them with impunity.

True beasts do not cower in corners, adapting to damage out of fear of pain and death.

From the outset, a wolf's purpose was the purest, most extreme predation - willing to risk even life itself!

She must, absolutely must... tear a chunk from Ansel's throat, even at the cost of her life!

This was not Seraphina's usual mindset - past, present, or future. But in this moment, the undying beast in her soul's depths roared with excitement, and Seraphina, in harmony with it, felt it pushing against the iron walls and cage that had confined her for so long.

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