"Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip—"
Drop by drop, fresh blood ceaselessly slid from Xue Ying's body onto the ground.
"Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack—"
Xue Ying's arms hung limply, gruesomely mangled. With every step he took, a crisp sound emerged from his bones, as if his entire being could fall apart at any moment.
Nonetheless, the bloodthirst in Xue Ying's beast-like pupils had intensified, and the steaming aura of slaughter continuously emanated from him, causing all the guests present to shiver in fear. Their eyes, filled with terror, stared at Xue Ying, who seemed like a dreadful demon that had crawled out of a blood pool in hell.
