After weighing his options, Ronan decided to give up.
Pursuing Lola, who is in a soul state and possesses the ability to freely traverse space, would be troublesome. The priority was still to escape according to the original plan.
Thinking this, Ronan stopped looking at Lola, silently picked up the Mirror Dagger, and selected the next location for teleportation.
Just as he was about to leave, he unexpectedly saw Lola, who had just left a second ago, reemerge from the ripples of the void.
She looked panicked, her ethereal face filled with tension and urgency, continuously letting out screams and curses as if she was being chased.
Other than himself, who else wanted to kill Lola?
Ronan frowned, noticing Lola's body seemed to be grasped by an invisible force, her soul stretching out and eventually, like a cloud of converging smoke, gently clenched in the palm of a slender and powerful hand that reached out from the air.
"Puff—"
Just like snuffing out a small flame.
