Xu Xiaoyou glanced around, the ground was still littered with numerous incomplete corpses.
There were humans, as well as various animal races. From the marks on their bodies, it wasn't hard to deduce that they must have fought in this arena for their lives, providing entertainment for those Dissectors.
Though she had no intention of truly becoming a Prophet, nor did she plan to become the mother of these Dissectors.
But now that things have developed to this point, shouting out that she was just here to collect a debt and had no intention of becoming a Prophet, she didn't believe those Dissectors would let her leave willingly.
Once you've drawn the bowstring, there's no turning back.
She casually pulled a longsword out of the chest of a corpse, weighing it in her hand, feeling just right.
What concerned her more was why the man called the Prophet showed such an expression, filled with despair yet a hint of relief?
