"Ah..." A sharp, piercing scream rose, startling countless birds in the forest. Feilin clasped his head, screaming in a way that made one's heart tremble.
The young man's hair was burnt off without a trace by the flames, his scalp charred and emanating a stench, and a large scar dripped with crimson blood that stuck to the blackened skin; it was gruesome and terrifying to behold.
The four of them trembled, feeling a sudden chill. In the blink of an eye, their leader had met this fate. They turned to look at the girl opposite them, her eyes curved in a sinister and malevolent smile. Just one look, and deep fear took root in their hearts—she was the devil incarnate.
Sharon and the others arrived to this scene, and including him, more than fifty people from the class collectively felt a chill. That seemingly innocent girl had, in the blink of an eye, transformed into a devil. Her petite body seemed to harbor infinite energy, casually causing bloodshed and mayhem with her laughter.
