Asmodeus didn't wait for her voice to end.
The moment she showed hostility, all chances of them escaping vanished. With the earth wall, the village couldn't see anything.
So he attacked.
He didn't hesitate; there were over a few dozen cultists, each with enough strength to slaughter the old guard without a second's thought.
In an instant, he stepped forward and grabbed the woman's neck, his hand nearly crushing it, before he slammed her to the ground like a sack of garbage.
The pain of her broken ribs caused the woman to gurgle in agony, crushed by the shockwave after he threw her to the ground. The bitch opened her mouth choking on the blood that poured from her nose and mouth.
Asmodeus didn't show hesitation because she was a woman; without blinking, he crushed her throat and shattered her neck.
He wanted to make her suffer, dying slowly.
"Next."
He called out without a flicker of emotion in his voice.
