Whoosh—
Smack!
"Hiss! You damned Demon!"
Smack!
"I curse you! You're definitely going to Heaven!"
Smack!
"I***!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Flora kept her expression calm, swiftly swinging the Magma Whip in her hand, lashing it against Kreti's body over and over.
Each strike was not very powerful; it couldn't even break the skin, let alone cause harm to Kreti.
However, this whip technique had a surprisingly strong mental impact, targeting only sensitive areas.
When it landed on Kreti, it wasn't painful, but rather a numbing sensation.
This made Miss Devil both ashamed and angry.
Damn it!
She's humiliating me!
Abominable Demon—
"Speak."
After a while, Flora finally stopped her actions, released her grip, and casually discarded the whip.
"What exactly happened before? Why did you deceive me? What did you lie about?"
What responded to her was a disgruntled snort.
"Humph!"
