Essentially, my act of blending Sword Intent into the Swarm was akin to transforming myself into a virus to infect a host.
And when "it" discovered me, it definitely tried everything in its power to eradicate the contamination and purify itself.
This was completely understandable, just like I was doing everything possible to kill "it".
"Why do you ask this?"
Hearing Fu Qian ask if there was another warehouse, Lanaia couldn't help but frown.
In the next moment, her expression turned stern, and she somewhat understood Fu Qian's meaning.
"Are you suggesting that the killer might strike again continuously?"
"While I can't rule out that possibility, how can you be so sure?"
She frowned, looking at Fu Qian.
"Not sure, it's intuition."
Fu Qian stretched his body recklessly.
"The intuition of a Swordsman."
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Getting winded just by talking about being fat?
