When a person in battle starts thinking about giving up and begging for mercy, their combat power plummets.
Faye Yardley wasn't about to go easy on him just because he was begging. She was long past being the naive girl who was easily swayed by pity.
Ever since the seed of a warrior's heart was planted within her, she had developed a craving for battle.
Especially now, when she had the upper hand. She naturally wouldn't hold back.
"Stop, stop, stop! If you stop, I can lead you to the real exit."
"A pack of lies. You think I'd believe you?"
"It's true! If it's not the real exit, it won't be too late for you to kill me then."
Faye just snorted coldly, her attacks never ceasing for a moment.
More and more wounds appeared on the large man. Seeing that begging was useless, he finally flew into a rage.
As Faye decapitated him with a single slash, the disbelief on his face was still clearly visible!
