Dozens of ferocious thugs were dead in an instant, leaving only the last one, unsure if he was the luckiest or unluckiest, kneeling on the ground, staring blankly at his slaughtered companions.
The last thug, known as Black Widow, had survived because she was not adept at frontal combat and always stood at the back of the crowd, which ultimately saved her life by chance.
Yet, this did not bring Black Widow any relief but instead intensified her terror and sent a chill down her spine.
Until this moment, Black Widow still could not comprehend everything before her eyes.
Since when... could a mere Cultivator in the Mysterious Light Realm slaughter Immortals?
Since when... could those otherworldly visitors, who spent their days enjoying themselves and in seclusion, slaughter thugs who crawled out from the heaps of dead in the Land of Chaos?
Even more despairing and deeply terrifying was that there was no change in this young visitor's face from beginning to end.
