Such wild laughter could not have possibly come from Alice, but from the Werewolf who was the leader of the Chaos Camp this time.
His laughter was unrestrained and full of scorn: "Just a petty race-level scum, and it has ruined your plan. It seems you're not much of a person after all, 'Demon Marshal' indeed, what a joke. This place is not for you two trash to boast to each other. Your might is nothing more than the power borrowed from an Array. In front of me, I could kill you with a slap."
"Courting death!"
A faint gleam flashed in Alice's eyes, and as it left her eyes, it combined into a dark blade of light, then darted towards the Werewolf's true body like a bolt of lightning.
"Child's play."
Scorn flashed in the Werewolf's eyes because the light of the blade was restrained and its aura was not strong, so he naturally considered it an unworthy strike.
Only the Angel's expression changed as he murmured to himself, "Subtle!"
