Against Destin Saint's inquiry, Alexandra didn't respond immediately, but deep within her eyes, a hint of derision flashed.
But she quickly masked her inner turmoil by breathing heavily, and she wasn't pretending either, as even with her terrifying cultivation, the exhaustion was obvious.
Moreover, she was secretly shocked when she saw the gigantic figure standing behind Destin Saint, and the oppressive feeling she was getting from him was far more terrifying than anything she had ever encountered.
But it wasn't hard to guess the identity of this mysterious figure, and she didn't inquire about it either.
At that moment, her eyes flickered with lingering fear as she looked toward the darkness behind her.
"I failed to capture the intruder, and he's turned out to be the Cursed One. Not only that, but I've encountered..." She paused. "...Immortal Nimrod."
