C8 (2/2)

”If you want to die, I'll grant you that wish.”

A breathtaking cold light shot out from the woman in red's eyes. With a 'whoosh', she pulled out the whip. Dazzling blood flowed down the whip bit by bit and dripped onto the silver-white snow, forming a striking red plum flower.

White Brook's body softened and he slowly fell onto the snow. As he looked at the person in front of him, a single tear rolled down his cheek.

Am I going to die like this?

But he was still unwilling!

Staring at the fiery red plum blossom, she felt dizzy and her body swayed unsteadily. Her heart was burning. She really wanted to drink this water.

”Ah …”

White Brook felt as if his head was about to explode from the pain. The woman in red in front of him whipped down that red Plum Blossom and pierced her eyes, burning her heart like a ball of fire.

”Only by killing them can you survive. Otherwise, all of you will die. Hahaha …”

After a moment, White Brook crawled up from the ground covered in blood. He expressionlessly looked at the person in front of him, and a voice in his mind urged him to kill them.

She couldn't help but walk towards them step by step, as if those were her prey.

The woman in red saw that the plum blossom in White Brook's brow had become increasingly red and fiery. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she grasped her whip, retreating backwards step by step.

Didn't the Demon Lord say that this woman was a fool?

How could this be?

But in White Brook's world, those people in front of him all deserved to die. Only if they died would he be able to live.

His blood-red eyes swept across the people around him, and a gust of wind from his palm shot out towards the black clothed men, killing them with a single palm strike, scaring the black clothed men to the point of running away, and the sound of his cry piercing through the horizon.