Black hair, sharp demon horns, and a scorpion tail dragging across the ground.
Beneath the pale skin of her neck, purple veins like branches occasionally flickered past—her body being simultaneously empowered and eroded by a rampant poison.
The scorpion tail's segments rose like skeletal spikes, piercing into the walls of the building, enabling her to maintain absolute balance on any terrain and at every angle.
"Who are you...?"
Ulysses furrowed his brow tightly, his gaze finally becoming half-serious.
Though her appearance remained unchanged.
She was entirely different from the Miss Duchess of moments ago.
She even gave the Tenth Ancestor Marquis Ulysses the impression that the Miss Duchess and this Scorpion Tail Witch were utterly distinct creatures.
The Scorpion Tail Witch suddenly tilted her head.
Those violent eyes were entirely prepared to dismember the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, inch by inch.
The Scorpion Tail Witch instantly lunged at the Tenth Ancestor Ulysses.
