If facing the Wolf Demon was a despairing inevitability of death, then the arrival of the black-skirted girl actually gave Chao Hanbiao a faint glimmer of hope.
Although the opponent was ruthless and decisive, her actions were logical.
If she killed simply because of a glance, then everyone present—over a hundred people—would likely have already perished in an instant.
As for the dozen guards who were blown into blood mist?
In Chao Hanbiao's view, they utterly deserved their fate. In a desolate wilderness, with death looming near, they dared to let their lecherous gazes travel toward such an enchanting Fairy—from top to bottom no less? Spoiled by their cultivation all this time, they acted recklessly; when confronted with a tough opponent, who else should die if not them?
