Cutting muscles, stripping bones.
The transcendent flesh that was once a source of pride and rigorously tempered, has never seemed so fragile.
There was nowhere to escape, for the cutting originated from within.
Trembling, standing on the spot, Xiao Ying placed a hand on her right chest, and the next moment, the once cold skin there unexpectedly surged with warmth.
It was blood.
Blood gushing from a wound that traversed from the internal organs to the skin.
Staring hard at the crimson on her hand, her mind naturally conjured the image of the blood-drenched corpse behind her.
It really did pierce out from the inside... though only the wound was visible, with no blade in sight.
But how could this be...
Having already reached the walkway, she couldn't help but glance at the corpse and the bloodstains there once more.
In the next moment, realizing something, she tried to cautiously ascend a step along the spiraling walkway.
Uh—
