Denvor's arm was swiftly marked by Leslie's sharp nails. The cuts deep were enough to draw blood, staining his sleeve crimson. He gasped in pain.
Before he could react, Leslie screamed again and leaped from above, pouncing toward him.
"Bone-Breaking Fist!" a low shout came from the right, and a scarlet shadow fist suddenly smashed into Leslie with a whooshing sound.
Leslie hadn't expected someone else to be lurking downstairs.
The moment the shadow fist hit her, her body was sent flying toward the large talisman on the left side.
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