"City Lord, how long are we supposed to refrain from killing her?" A Royal stood at the terrace of the City Lord's mansion and stared in the direction of Varahan Mansion, glaring at Yarsha Zahara. "I'm pissed just by staring at their existence."
Veins protruded on his face to a grotesque extent, causing blood to fill his eyes as a golden spear hovered bedside him and whirred at breakneck speeds, "I want to torture these disgusting fuckers!"
He wasn't in the slightest controlling his bloodlust and emanated waves of Prana that pulsated far and wide, managing to even reach Yarsha Zahara, causing her to shoot a glance his way. A moment later, she resumed her fight, ignoring him.
"This bitch…" He poured Prana into his Spear and elongated its length to over twenty metres. If it were to strike, the rocky pillars that Yarsha Zahara had created and used as a defensive cover will be destroyed. All that would be left behind will be a crater, nothing more.
