He gently coughed, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Wiping away the blood from his lips, the man immediately furrowed his brow:
"The chessboard at Ghost God Gorge has been broken."
In front of him, there was a blood pool.
The blood pool was still bubbling, and around it lay corpses one after another.
At the moment the old man finished speaking, a figure stood up from within the blood pool.
The person was drenched in blood, yet as she stood, the blood seemed to flow off her like water.
Her figure was slender and graceful, her features were cold, and her phoenix eyes flickered with a hidden cold aura.
Her thin lips were pressed together, carrying a trace of aloofness.
Her figure was excellent, wearing little, with blood-red strips barely covering her vital areas front and back.
When the blood had fully receded, only then could one see her skin was very pale, almost inhumanly so.
