The long swan-like neck raised high, as the surging energy rapidly converged towards the throat, ready to be released through this opening.
However, at this critical moment, a powerful hand abruptly grabbed her, as if tightening the valve of a gushing water pipe, forcibly pushing all that ascending energy back down.
The energy that couldn't be released quickly turned into Frey's bitter recompense. The black mist on her face spread throughout her body, and the upheaval of her spiritual power made her tremble uncontrollably, almost to the point of fainting.
"Ah... ah..."
Her mouth was wide open, but the terrifying Banshee's wail only came out sounding like the quacking of a duck.
"Are you trying to strangle her to death?"
Seeing that Frey was already on the verge of rolling her eyes back from suffocation, Grant, who had been silent all along, finally spoke: "She still has value for me. If you don't want to make me your enemy, I'd advise you not to do this."
