A Dog's thunderous roar, like a cracked gong, exploded like thunder, reverberating within the decrepit hut, and those assailants draped in tattered black robes, looking like ascetics, were clearly startled—after hearing a Profound Demon speak rationally in human tongue. And the next second, something even more astonishing happened.
Sherry swung her chain, spinning the Abyssal Hound in a circle before smashing it into the closest "Doomsday Preacher".
She didn't really understand much about the Doomsday Preachers, only vaguely knowing they were a group of Heretics, even more crazed and extremist. They even worshiped Subspace itself. Sherry had no clue why such lunatics suddenly appeared in Plunder City-State, let alone why they had come after her, but it didn't matter—
Her experiences scrabbling through the filth and alleys had taught her one thing: when facing danger, don't ponder the incomprehensible. Throwing punches blindly was more effective than anything else!