"What... what happened?"
Xue Yiren looked at the Demon Race woman lying on the ground, her body gradually growing cold, with a shock that was beyond measure in her heart.
The formidable opponent that she could not contend against with all her might, had just died like that?
"Xiao Chen, you're amazing, I knew you could do it!" Yang Xin'er said, clearly very excited as well.
Upon hearing this, Xue Yiren looked up at the young man before her, who had an acceptable appearance but was not stunningly handsome. Her heart took another heavy blow.
Was it him who had killed the Demon Race woman in an instant just now?
No, that made no sense, it must have been that the witch was momentarily careless and let her guard down.
Xue Yiren could only comfort herself with this thought.
The witch had severely wounded her just now, getting a bit carried away with pride, which allowed Xiao Chen to exploit an opening.
