On the other side, Veronica Vero was experiencing the greatest crisis of her life.
She lay flat on the back of the Nether Spirit Leopard, her hands tightly clasped around the Black Panther's neck.
Not far behind, a six-winged Angel emitting a golden glow was closely pursuing them, each flap of its wings bringing a blinding Holy Light.
"Miss Vero!" The voice of the Nether Spirit Leopard was full of helplessness, its agile body darting swiftly through the dense forest, "I clearly warned you not to provoke that Angel!"
Things could have gone smoothly!
They had already found the relic left by Veronica's grandfather and could have safely left the Sanctum.
But the young lady suddenly became playful and insisted on exploring the deeper parts of the Sanctum.
As a result, they ran straight into Michael, who had just entered the Sanctum.
The Nether Spirit Leopard had immediately sensed danger—
