C523 A Bloody Mouth!

In a mere moment, Lin Qingyao and the man in black had clashed in dozens of swift exchanges. Lin Qingyao was steadily forced back, her white dress now marred with spreading bloodstains.

Pusid stood by, wracked with anxiety. Death's aura was his Achilles' heel, and to confront it would be suicidal. He paced in distress, aware that the handful of people in the camp could offer no help