The mercenary collapsed right into the swamp, where he, his longsword, and his blood were gradually swallowed by the bog.
Su Ye stood at the edge of the swamp, steadily twirling the dagger in her hand.
The wisp of black energy lingering around her suddenly vanished, as if it had never been there.
She raised her head, her eyes curving with a smile as she stepped onto the bank.
But for every step she took toward them, the surrounding people took one step back.
No one knew why, but a bone-chilling aura began to spread.
Song Jue, who had been moving toward Su Ye from the side, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
'Looking at the situation, it's clear the danger around Su Ye is even greater.'
Kuang Zhan was the closest. Cradling his great hammer, he approached Su Ye.
"How do you feel?"
A smile played on Su Ye's lips, and her eyes curved up in a grin.
Unfortunately, there was no hint of a real smile in her eyes.
She murmured softly,
"How do I feel? I feel... like killing someone."
