Machine

A few minutes ago, Armand was retreating frantically for his dear life into the corner of audience seats where the Nephilims were. Alas, the only thing waiting for him was the scornful gaze of the 22th rank Jinkan Nephilim.

"I.. I am sorry, Sister Jinkan. I… He's-"

Before Armand could finish saying his words, he suddenly felt his body extremely weak and thus fell to his knees. It was such a strong spirit attack, that even a capable acolyte like Armand could not afford to resist. Struggling to lift his head, he looked at the woman standing in front of him. 

Jinkan looked down coldly and opened her mouth.

"Such an embarrassment to the clan, so weak even with your second wing formed." She sneered with great disdain. "If it weren't for the fact that you were able to form the second wing, the higher ups would not mind even if I killed you right here right now; Do you understand what I mean?"