They were at least a group of fifteen men, tall, strong, and experienced in fighting. Some seemed younger and new to the group than the others, who were visible gangsters from the old school. However, no one of them could stop trembling in fear as one by one fell to the ground as if they were nothing.
That woman was fearsome. Stronger than she looked and faster than any martial artist. How can she do that?
But that was not the strangest and most terrible thing of all. The shadow under her feet seemed to move between them, sucking the blood from the ground, leaving no trace.
As the woman with wild black hair kept fighting, blood came out of the men's mouths and wounds, but the blood continued disappearing. It was witchcraft. It should be.
"Stop… stop, go..." the gang's leader was dragging himself on the ground, he couldn't feel his legs anymore, "please… don't come near me..." his mouth coughed blood. "Don't!"
