The screams rose and fell within the forest; at this moment, it resembled a hell on earth.
Jiang Li instinctively leaned closer to Jih Heng, but she felt his robe was ice-cold, as if he were not of this world, devoid of any warmth.
Time seemed indistinct until the screams outside finally ceased. Jih Heng's movements also halted.
A mocking voice resounded overhead, "Miss Jiang the Second, the scene has been cleaned up."
Jiang Li slowly released her grip and raised her head to look around.
Under the moonlight, the bodies of men in black were scattered haphazardly, the ground splattered with blood, reminiscent of the purgatory depicted in temple murals.
Jih Heng alone had killed more than a dozen men, and it seemed as if only a short quarter of an hour had passed.
Jiang Li turned her head towards Jih Heng.
