Fury at his peak, Jayce's gaze darted around the chaos of the battlefield, his eyes searching for any sign, any face that might reveal the murderer. His mind raced, a tempest of emotions threatening to consume him.
Then, like a bolt of lightning, a chilling sense of danger gripped him from behind. In a desperate instinct, he lunged toward the Bloodfang Dagger on the ground, snatching it up with trembling hands just in time to parry the unseen threat.
As he blinked away the tears that clouded his vision, the horrific truth came into focus. Standing before him was a monstrous Praying Mantis, towering at an imposing two meters in height. Its forearms were grotesquely elongated scythes, poised to strike.
Upon closer inspection, he noticed that one scythe was missing. It was then that Jayce recognized this abomination – it was the same creature that had callously slaughtered the three teenagers right in front of him, back in Qinling City.
