The pitch-black shadow blade shot out with a swish.
Ordinary people would have no way to escape.
However—
"This kind of move has no effect on me. Haven't you learned this yet?"
Maxwell's Demon just made a slight jump and immediately disappeared from the spot.
When he appeared in the next second, he was already in a completely different direction.
The [Dragon's Shadow] struck empty air.
This was the trouble with a Realm Gift holder.
Before an ordinary attack could hit, they could make a spatial jump at will.
It was hard to even hurt them.
And even if they were hurt, with Maxwell's immortality, he could ignore those injuries.
"Ridiculous!"
Leticia turned around quickly.
Then she stabbed with the sharp shadow blade again.
Even if she had experienced a hundred battles, there was no good way to deal with this at this time.
She could only try her best to delay the time until Takumi arrived.
This time the attack was still ineffective.
And her intention was also captured by the Demon Lord Maxwell.
"Tsk! That woman just now was looking for help!"
He was slightly stunned, his expression a little anxious.
Although he didn't know who could restrain him when he mastered the Gift of Realm, the vixen-like woman just now did make him feel a lot of pressure.
Under the circumstance that he could use the Realm Jump at any time, she had guided this blonde vampire to use the shadow blade to cut him into eighty pieces.
If it wasn't for his immortality being excellent enough, I'm afraid he would have died here just now.
Judging by Canary's clothes, she had just come to Little Garden, yet he was very vigilant about this world.
Who knew if there was any way to deal with an undead body here?
Thinking of this, he decided that he could not delay any longer, and it was better to make a quick decision.
"Willa! Just be patient, I'll pick you up right now!"
The Demon Lord Maxwell shouted.
In the next instant, bone-piercing cold and scorching flames erupted at the same time.
A hot and cold storm swept through everything around.
It swallowed up Leticia and Willa.
The Realm of Cold and Heat was exactly the Gift that the Demon Lord Maxwell had mastered.
Like the hypothetical experiment, he could unconditionally create extreme cold and extreme heat, and sweep everything away with infinite energy.
The power that exploded in an instant engulfed Leticia directly.
Maxwell immediately increased his output, as if he was not worried that Willa would die in it.
After about ten seconds, wait until the wind of cold and heat disappears.
"Is it over?"
Maxwell's Demon looked towards the center of the storm.
Then, he saw a dark, cocoon-like object.
Obviously, the opponent was hiding inside the defense composed of the [Dragon's Shadow].
"Damn turtle shell!"
Maxwell spat in dissatisfaction.
At this moment!
"Squelch!"
The sound of flesh being pierced came clearly.
The Demon Lord Maxwell lowered his head and immediately saw the pitch-black blade piercing through his heart.
In the next instant, a fatal pain hit him.
"This is—?!"
Maxwell wanted to turn back, but it was too late.
The pitch-black shadow blade spread out directly, tearing his body to shreds.
And standing behind the Demon Lord Maxwell were Leticia and Willa.
Willa is a Great Demon of Blue Flames who travels in the boundary of life and death, and she also has the ability to make spatial transitions.
It was precisely because of this ability that she had been able to escape Maxwell's stalking.
Just now, after being hit by the cold and hot storm, Leticia immediately created a shadow cocoon, which remained in place as a bait to attract the attention of the Demon Lord Maxwell.
She was taken by Willa and moved behind Maxwell.
Only then, with him unsuspecting, did she use the shadow blade to cut the opponent into pieces.
However—
"Is it ineffective even at this level?"
Seeing the movement of the debris on the ground, Leticia frowned and pulled Willa back with great vigilance.
The next moment.
Just like the changes in cell culture dishes, the flesh and blood of those fragments quickly spread and grew into a human form.
Maxwell's Demon had been resurrected.
"Gross!"
Seeing this bloody scene, Willa felt very nauseated.
And on Maxwell's side...
"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
He looked at Leticia in front of him with fierce eyes.
"Not only did you obstruct the love between me and Willa, but you actually dared to treat this uncle like this!"
Immortality is immortality, yes, but pain is still pain.
He was obviously not in a good mood after being cut into pieces.
"Considering Willa's safety, this uncle didn't use his real skills."
"Looks like this is not the time to think about that!"
Saying so, he looked at the Blue Flame Demon hiding behind Leticia.
"Willa, I can't be gentle this time! You can use your power to escape from this woman at the right moment!"
"Otherwise, if it affects you, then I will be distressed!"
"Better to say, even if it really affects you, it's just a punishment for you who have been rejecting this uncle!"
At this time, he had completely abandoned the mask of affection he used to wear.
The murderous intent released in his pupils made Willa shiver.
"No matter who comes, I must kill you today!"
The Demon Lord Maxwell made a death declaration to the blond Vampire Girl.
Facing this level of killing intent, Leticia, who had been on the battlefield, did not waver in the slightest, and didn't even owe him a reply.
Willa was so frightened, like a bunny being stared at by a wolf, that her legs couldn't stand still.
However, despite this, she still held onto Leticia's clothes tightly, with no intention of escaping alone.
"L-Leticia-sama! What should I, what should we do?"
Willa asked with a weeping voice.
"Wait in peace! Master Takumi will definitely come!"
Leticia looked very determined.
Even if the other party really had something to threaten his power, she could call on Takumi's assistance through the Master-Slave Contract.
Therefore, she must not give up until the end—
Suddenly, the thoughts in Leticia's mind were interrupted.
Because, in front of her, the dark Realm Gate had already opened.
An incomparably familiar aura appeared in front of her, which made her feel unparalleled peace of mind.
"You said—who do you want to kill?"
The black-haired and black-eyed youth who suddenly appeared on the battlefield asked this question to the Demon Lord in front of him with a very soft tone.
In contrast to that relaxed tone was a coercion that overrode the entire battlefield.
And, rising from the chest cavity, came the intuition of danger that one might die at any time.
It was as if one's throat was being held by the hand of the God of Death.
This feeling of suffocation, hanging by a thread, was definitely not an illusion.