Wail--!
Wail-wail-!
The sinister wind howled as Don froze all the insects surging toward them.
Then.
In the cold wind.
Water mist blurred the air.
It was as though a light rain had just fallen.
Or as if water vapor rising into the air had condensed upon encountering the cold air.
It became a cloud of mist.
Enveloping the passageway.
The insects, their movements restricted, began to decompose and corrode after being touched by the mist, turning into puddles of pus.
The insects slain by His Grace the Duke's subordinates.
Burst into jets of thick fluid.
They also spewed poisonous fumes.
However.
The insects disintegrated by Don did not give off even the slightest odor.
Not even their remains were left behind.
They all merged into the mist.
Vanishing without a trace.
Liu Yuanyuan, standing to one side, did not simply stand by either. She held a dark, broad-bladed sword in her hand.
It was roughly a meter long.
The blade was covered in rust.
Black bloodstains clung to it in patches.
Judging from its shape.
It somewhat resembled the executioner's ghost-headed sword used in ancient times.
With one slash.
Head and body were separated.
She slowly raised the broad-bladed sword and pointed it toward the passageway, lightly making a "slicing" motion through the air.
As casually as lifting a finger.
As if she were merely gesturing at random.
However.
As she moved, a terrifying Fierce Sha Energy emanated from the blade.
"Hmm?"
Whether it was Don.
Fang Ying.
Or the few poisoned Awakened.
The instant they sensed the Fierce Sha Energy.
Their gazes snapped toward Liu Yuanyuan and the broad-bladed sword in her hand.
"This aura..."
Fang Ying felt as if he were an ordinary person standing at the edge of a volcano's crater, or a man with a