The Blood Rakshasa stood silently, like a frozen plaster statue, quietly in the center of the door.
The desert night was dotted with cold stars, and the clear starlight fell upon her icy visage, adding a chill.
Though the Blood Rakshasa possessed extraordinary beauty, her strange red skin seemed cursed, deterring anyone from approaching lightly.
In truth, she had never dated, married, or even touched a man's hand. Despite her stunning beauty, her unique appearance repelled men, leaving her to face the bloody Jianghu alone.
Shi Feiyang crouched on the fortress's upper floor, his figure hidden in the darkness, blending into the night like a specter, yet his eyes were sharp like an owl's, tightly observing below. He pondered secretly, "Let's first see what amazing skills this Blood Rakshasa possesses, if she can escape unscathed from the four attackers' siege."
Four night stalkers were creeping closer, their figures ghostly, movements swift, like phantoms in the night.
