The red candle light floating in midair suddenly flashed brightly then darkness fell.
On the competition stage, a pile of wild beast corpses stacked into a small mountain.
At an alarming speed, one after another corpse piled up high.
In the middle of the stage, between the dense fog of watery blood, a red figure was faintly discernible.
Extremely powerful qi waves spread under her feet. The strong wind moved her clothes, just like a blossoming rose.
The simply styled hair on her head had already become messy long ago as it hung on her shoulders. That absolutely gorgeous looking face was covered in a layer of cold frost, there wasn't a thread of emotion on that face.
Her charming pupils trembled with excitement.
Her pink lips were slightly open into a strange bloodthirsty smile.
She killed, killed in an incomparably unrestrained manner.
As the qi wind in her palm fell again, the beast's flesh spattered.
Its blood splashed on her face.
