Ning Man'er hadn't even started to cry when she suddenly saw yet another ghostly scythe appear in the night!
Her heart trembled as she cried out, "Stop!!!!"
Just as quickly as it had appeared, the ghostly scythe vanished again. At this moment, the silhouette of the man riding the ghost bird slowly emerged from the night.
He stood before nearly a thousand White Nightmare Demons, the entire White Nightmare Demon Legion seeming no more menacing than a particularly fierce flame in his eyes—no longer anything to be feared.
He didn't spare the White Nightmare Demon Legion another glance, simply turning around with a sinister smile on his lips, "Are you willing to come back with us now?"
Ning Man'er nearly shattered her teeth clenching them in anger; the hatred in her heart made her wish to kill the man before her, yet the only thing she could do was swallow that hatred and nod her head with tears in her eyes.
