But how should I put it, at least it's safe and reliable.
Previously, when killing Marisa on the rooftop, both Oda Mai and Yi Lin gained experience from their kills.
They knew that from every orifice of these immature demons, tentacles would emerge, each with a mouth on them.
They were like monsters born from gluttony, driven by nothing but hunger, everything for the sake of satisfying their appetite.
"The last thing you should have done was eat raw flesh," Yi Lin sighed silently as he stabbed with his knife.
In the Inside World, there is no right or wrong in a fight to the death.
Yi Lin felt no psychological burden.
Oda Mai… even less so.
Oda Mai's body was covered with scars of various sizes, but for her, with balanced strength and agility, such injuries were nothing serious.
Rather, the occasional sharp pains only stimulated her Blood Intent, making her slashes even more brutal, her knife drawing blood with each strike.
