A cool sea breeze blew in from the horizon, scratching the faces of the three and bringing with it the vivid sensation of being alive. At this moment, they stood petrified, too shocked to speak.
Hey, what happened?
Where did that bloodthirsty bruiser go? He had just been licking that knife, uttering lines with an almost regal arrogance. How did he disappear so suddenly?
Ke Mingye was so mentally overwhelmed, he chose to forget.
His expression blank, he re-examined the Magic Girl in front of him.
Her gorgeous dress of red and black contrasts, adorned with a silver-white metallic skull accessory nestled in the folds of her dress, exuded a terrifyingly beautiful aesthetic.
She was only about five feet tall, but her beauty was astounding, contempt in her eyes, her lips slightly curled, red as if drenched in blood, like a darkly vibrant black rose.
The scythe in her hand was about nine feet long, its blade reflecting a chilling gleam.
