The attack began suddenly and ended in an instant. Before some people could even react, all the security guards had been slaughtered. Their deaths were horrifically gruesome, the surroundings resembling a battlefield of carnage.
Twelve intruders in black leather formed a circle, shields facing outward, protecting Yan Xing and a few others in the center. The Tang Swords in their hands emitted a barely audible hum, as if the blades constantly maintained a low-amplitude, high-frequency vibration.
The woman who had transformed into a Hellish Enchantress was not targeted for slaughter, a deliberate choice by Yan Xing.
Stunned by the sudden assault, she stood petrified, making no move throughout the entire event.
Only when she was the last one standing did her body erupt in flames as she assumed a battle stance.
"Who the hell are you people? Do you realize your actions are tantamount to declaring war on the Witches' Aid Society?"
