"What are you doing!"
Zhao Yuling still hadn't reacted.
She only saw Zhao Fu raise his sword; demon blood had yet to disperse from the blade, and the women kneeling on the ground one by one were cut down by him.
Fresh blood flowed.
Zhao Fu's face was expressionless.
These women's minds had already been completely destroyed.
As if they had only a body, and no Divine Soul.
For people like this, death was their only release.
Zhao Fu had seen too many things like this.
Zhao Yuling's mind went blank; she could not imagine that a peerless hero who had just saved her would actually raise his sword and kill these innocent women.
She wobbled as she slowly stood up, wanting to stop him.
But the next second, Zhao Fu grabbed the back of her collar and neatly stuffed her into the Human Species Bag.
"Where did this girl come from? She doesn't look like she belongs to this chaotic world; more like… a peaceful place."
The longsword returned to its scabbard.
