Yao Xin didn't move, her mind racing as the dying scream around her gradually disappeared.
The camp behind her had turned into hell as broken limbs and crushed torsos lay scattered haphazardly across the ground.
Blood soaked into the soil, slowly dyeing the earth crimson.
Some of the disciples hadn't even died cleanly. Their bodies still twitched faintly as the vines coiled tighter and tighter around them, bones creaking under the pressure.
And the black-cloaked figure…
Didn't even look at them.
As if killing them was no different than stepping on ants.
Instead, it seemed far more interested in her.
As much as she enjoyed the thrill of having her life on the line, that was only when it was within her control… not this kind of absolute, suffocating death.
'Good thing this guy didn't attack me immediately…'
Yao Xin's eyes gleamed as the thought surfaced.
At least those useless sluts had bought her some time.
She didn't know what its intentions were, but that didn't matter.
