171 Pure Black Magic Water (4000)_1

Swoosh!

A lithe black figure, continually evading the metallic poker cards, swiftly approaches the Magician like an agile mountain cat.

At this moment, Heisha's body shape has significantly diverged from that of a normal adult woman, especially her limbs. Her shoes had been discarded at some unknown point, unveiling the furry, plump soles of her feet below. Each toe has a soft pad underneath it.

Sharp claws emerge from her fur, gripping the ground.

Providing Heisha with a tremendous burst of speed and grip.

The Magician only perceives a flash of burgundy, and Heisha's figure appears beside him, her hand viciously clawing towards his neck.

"Hmph!"

The Magician huffs coldly; the surrounding air produces a distinct distortion, much like the effect of high-temperature air currents being scorched by a flame.

In an instant, a small, semi-transparent region shields the Magician's entire upper body. Heisha's palm fiercely strikes the empty air.

Bam!