The corpse pieces clattered to the ground, with the severed wounds spurting out viscous blood, swiftly staining a large section of tree branches and earth, along with Feng, who was nearby.
She turned to face the crowd, splattered with blood that trickled down her cheek and soaked into her clothes. Her face was devoid of any expression which made her appear exceptionally cold-blooded.
Then, a disturbance emerged from one side of the jungle. A mercenary, traumatized by the terrible sight of his comrade, lost all desire to fight after witnessing Feng hacking his companion into pieces. He trembled, dropped his rifle, and started to run.
Feng didn't seem surprised about his presence at all, which was quite normal, since her sensory range was more than fifty meters, she was well aware of every move within this area. As the man turned to flee, she had once again lifted her long sword.
