At that time, in her mind, the only thought that crossed was how Tianlong had told her that she did not need to care much.
He would handle it.
She just had to act according to the script he told her.
But she? She was a core formation, a weak cultivator in a place filled with literal mobsters whose power level she couldn't even see.
And then, as if a force resonating with the forest itself, everything instantly vanished.
The trees that had been standing there disappeared into the ground. The hole stretched around a mile, cleared of everything, leaving nothing except a plain surface—an empty stage prepared for the chilling voice that resonated throughout the space.
"How strange," Akane murmured, her voice carrying the musical quality of wind chimes in a gentle breeze, though there was steel underneath the melody. "A human woman being chased by such an unfamiliar, corrupted kitsune. Tell me, child—where did you get this strange kitsune from, and how in my territory?"
