A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

But how could she possibly… flee?

To see this slaughter through to its conclusion, come, Seraphina, ponder well, what would Ansel do, where lies the key to piercing this maelstrom?

That sword, that chain blade…

Seraphina’s impression of Gleipnir was profound indeed. At the very outset of the taming project in the Red Frost domain, Ansel had used it to entwine her body with gentle precision, the sensation of that cold, dangerous edge gliding across her skin was unforgettable, becoming a certain subtle erotic play between her and Ansel.

The expansion of desire compounds upon itself. Seraphina now found it somewhat difficult to control her emotions, the longing for violence and scarlet fantasies infinitely fueling the scorching, fervent emotions in her wolfish heart, yet rather than clouding her mind, it brought unprecedented clarity.

The all-crushing storm was already advancing to Seraphina’s front, but she remained motionless, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the legendary figure in mid-air who had summoned this destruction.

For some reason, the corners of her mouth suddenly curled upward slightly.

Found it… the key!

Awooo—!!!

The phantom of the demon wolf reconstituted behind Seraphina, its howl carrying unmistakable fury and unwillingness. Its wolf eyes, flickering with crimson light, concentrated pure, ferocious wildness.

Though seemingly annihilated in an instant earlier, under Seraphina’s control, it whipped up surging currents of crimson-black energy, leading the wolf pack to charge once more into the storm woven by the blades!

The crimson-black tide, which once raised threatened to devour the sky, was instantly shredded to nothingness the moment it collided with the tempest barrier constructed by the blades, as fragile as paper scraps thrown into a shredder. Yet Seraphina’s face showed no sign of discouragement.

Even as the expanding storm left her less than an arm’s length away, her face already carved with gash after gash by the raging torrent, her expression held only the purest excitement.

“There… it is!”

In a breath of scorching air, Seraphina’s figure vanished from the spot, appearing… within the storm!

It was none other than the castling move that had so thoroughly outmaneuvered the Duke of Azuregold moments ago!

Faust, hovering in mid-air, furrowed his brow slightly: “Meaningless brute force and folly… Hm?”

The demon wolf’s instantaneous collapse signified it couldn’t exist in this storm for even a thousandth of a second. With Seraphina using it as a springboard to appear here, even with her inconceivable self-healing ability, how long could she endure?

The answer was the same, for before her regeneration could take effect, she would be sliced to less than dust.

But now… the fleeting crimson billowing in the storm, was it not her blood?

In the ever-expanding tempest, inexplicably, bursts of scarlet hue fluttered about in various places, only to be shredded into nothingness by the storm.

The frenzied wolf-beast… had not perished in this maelstrom?

Opportunity.

No other convoluted thoughts cluttered Seraphina’s mind; she focused solely on seizing that one-in-a-million chance.

This all-rending gale was no spell, merely the unparalleled edge of Gleipnir, the masterpiece of the world’s greatest alchemist, dancing wildly.

Which meant… what had instantaneously shredded the demon wolf’s shadow was not the storm itself, but the blades that stirred up the storm!

Unable to withstand the blades’ cutting edge did not mean she couldn’t endure this tempest. No matter how terrifying it appeared, it might still be within her capacity to bear.

Even if it was just a possibility, it was worth her unhesitating plunge into this maelstrom of near-certain death.

Within this storm domain, the finite number of blades couldn’t possibly occupy every inch of space. If she could withstand the storm’s cutting force, among dozens or hundreds of wildly dancing blades, she could find that safe gap, or even… as long as she wasn’t surrounded and shredded by multiple blades, she could traverse within this blade-stirred tempest!

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She could do it!

Breath, flow, openings, weaknesses…

Seraphina pushed the power of the Head of Wind to its limit. Even with the current flow at its most chaotic, this Head of Wind, specialized as if born for her, could still find fleeting momentary gaps in this desperate situation!

Faster, even faster, faster still!

Seraphina flashed and darted through the storm, her speed increasing with each passing second. Her velocity made her appear almost indistinguishable from teleportation, too swift for the eye to follow, leaving only scattered bursts of fresh blood.

If time could be frozen, one would see a ghastly “human form” with not a patch of intact skin, flesh, sinews, and even bones fully exposed to the fierce winds.

She could not withstand the tempest stirred by the blades, merely avoiding instant death. Yet… evading immediate demise sufficed!

The Beast King’s unreasonable adaptability and immortality, capable of enduring even all-consuming flames – albeit briefly under Flamel’s full protection – was a miracle Seraphina had indeed achieved.

This mere storm, as long as it didn’t slay her instantly, would soon prove ineffective. Even these obsidian blades, formidable enough to challenge fifth-tier powerhouses, would fail to harm her after a few strikes!

But Seraphina never contemplated evasion.

From the moment she discovered her spiritual essence, she had never once considered exploiting this near-cheating power to outlast her opponents until achieving complete immunity, then defeating them with impunity.

True beasts do not cower in corners, adapting to damage out of fear of pain and death.

From the outset, a wolf’s purpose was the purest, most extreme predation – willing to risk even life itself!

She must, absolutely must… tear a chunk from Ansel’s throat, even at the cost of her life!

This was not Seraphina’s usual mindset – past, present, or future. But in this moment, the undying beast in her soul’s depths roared with excitement, and Seraphina, in harmony with it, felt it pushing against the iron walls and cage that had confined her for so long.

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