In the anomalous space, a woman with a hood crouched on the ground. She had maintained this position for 10 minutes and 53 seconds, not daring to move even a finger.
This was because black tadpole-shaped patterns surrounded her. She didn't know what they were, but her intuition told her she must not touch them.
If given a chance to choose again, the female assassin would never have thrust that knife, never.
Not daring to move, not daring to make a sound, she could only breathe shallowly. If it weren't for her occasional blinking, one might suspect she was a statue.
The female assassin's mindset was crumbling. This scenario reminded her of a character in a game, and her situation was eerily similar to that of the character.
Outside.
Su Xiao still sat on the huge stone, using various detection and stealth techniques, yet he couldn't find any trace of the opponent.
