Blood Exchanged for Life

"Splash, splash..."

The rain kept falling.

"Thud..."

With a dull, heavy impact, Hilda crashed to the ground.

"Ugh..."

A pained groan escaped the beautiful vampire girl infused with Demonic Nature.

On her abdomen was a beautiful wound, like a work of art. It did not look savage in the slightest; instead, it possessed an indescribable aesthetic quality as blood seeped from it.

One could imagine just how exquisitely that slash had been delivered.

Ordinarily, however, that strike should have cut Hilda cleanly in two.

Because Fang Li had not aimed at her body at all, but at the Death Lines on it.

If he struck the Death Lines, then no matter how powerful Hilda's body was, she could only become chunks of flesh.

There could only be one reason she had not ended up that way.

"You sensed the danger at the last moment, so you desperately dodged and avoided the strike I aimed at 'death'?"

Fang Li's voice reached Hilda's ears again.

"No wonder you dared claim that, in your third form, you were stronger than Sherlock Holmes without Scarlet Bullets."

As he spoke, Fang Li slowly approached, a pure-white light sword in one hand and a crescent-shaped dagger in the other, entering Hilda's field of view.

Hilda's entire body trembled.

For what entered her sight was not merely Fang Li's figure, but also those eyes.

"Rumble—!"

A bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating Fang Li's figure.

Beneath the dazzling flash, Fang Li's Ice-Blue Demon Eyes were clearly reflected in Hilda's eyes.

Cold.

Merciless.

"Ah..."

Hilda's body trembled again.

But this time, it was from joy.

"So beautiful..."

Such beautiful eyes.

Just as when she had first seen them in I-U, they were cold and merciless, as though every life in the world were mere grass and dirt,