Lu Chengfeng watched Zhu Yuxian's thin silhouette; his current state of mind was likely beyond anyone's comprehension, not merely about escaping death but also filled with relief and lingering fear.
Though his hands were stained with blood, at the end of the day, he was still a person afraid of death.
If he were to die here, he would indeed die with regrets.
With Zhu Yuxian's appearance, the situation was decided; this woman wielded death with a wave of her sleeve, stepped over corpses, and no one could stop her.
Her red dress fluttering, her black hair swaying, the contrast of her embroidered shoes against the bloody ground created a kind of chilling beauty.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Wherever the Black Fiend Soul-Stealing Qi passed, bodies fell in waves, with those people not even having the time to scream before they were entrapped, their eyes losing all light as they collapsed thunderously.
