"Qing Ling—!!"
A shrill shriek pierced the night sky, filled with despair and venomous hatred.
Zhang Ling'Er caught the corpse of her guard as it was sent flying toward her, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
Steam still billowed from the bloody hole in Qing Ling's abdomen, and her eyes, wide open even in death, seemed to speak of utter disbelief.
She slowly raised her head, her beautiful face now twisted by a monstrous hatred. Her eyes, crimson as blood, were locked onto the young man holding the long saber.
"Chu Fan! I will tear you limb from limb!"
Before the words even left her mouth, she completely ignored the roaring, howling Mutated Witch and flicked her wrist.
Her longsword, glinting with a frigid light and carrying a bone-chilling killing intent, plunged viciously into the ground at her feet.
"Profound Ice Earth Spike, rise!"
An endless sizzling sound filled the air!
The ground froze in an instant, white frost spreading like lightning.
