Although the verbose long-tailed beast seemed eager to chat, as if it desperately wanted someone to talk to.
But the three Cleaners were just one step away from returning to the living world, only to be forcibly pulled back at the most critical moment. Their anger was on the brink of bursting out, and rather than chatting, they preferred to strangle it to death right on the spot.
"Just a little bit more!"
Breaking free from massive disappointment, Mona, the most hot-tempered female Cleaner, shouted in anger. Ignoring the suckers still embedded in her flesh, she forcibly jerked her arm free, waving her blood-soaked limb frantically as she began tearing at the tentacles binding her.
The other two were not much better off. Even though their bodies were almost transparent due to soul-burning followed by an ambush, they still cried out and struggled, attempting to resist the so-called death envoy's constraints.
"Sigh... Forget it if you don't want to talk."
