C253 He Was Threatened

The Ghost Princess's face was etched with excruciating pain as she looked at her hand, which had been pressed against the wound on her waist, now covered in fresh, hot blood that continued to spurt out.

Sweat drenched her hair, causing strands of her fine black hair to cling to her cheeks, while her vitality seemed to fade with each passing moment.

Her dark eyes, now dull with anger