Looking at Gou Dan's scarlet eyes, Xie Ling's heart jolted. Having trained Blood Berserk countless times, she knew all too well that those crimson pupils weren't a racial trait, but a change in color caused by blood congestion. The only thing that could turn the entire eye that color was a berserker's Blood Berserk!
This guy—
Whoosh!
Without warning, the figure vanished beneath the blade's radiance, moving at an astonishing speed. It was the first time Xie Ling had ever seen someone move so fast that her eyes couldn't follow them!
Without hesitation, the blood and energy throughout Xie Ling's body surged, and she vanished from her original position, retreating madly toward the captain. She knew all too well that a speed even her eyes couldn't track was far beyond anything she could handle!
The distance between her and the captain was less than a hundred meters. At her speed, it shouldn't even take one ten-millionth of a second. Yet at this moment, that distance seemed to stretch endlessly before her eyes. A bone-chilling crisis rushed at her from every direction. Countless streams of blood-colored light, moving along trajectories she couldn't comprehend at all, surged toward her like an invisible gale!
She felt that she probably wouldn't make it to the captain. Her sixth sense was saturated with killing intent. Blades filled the sky, their trajectories impossible to discern, as if she had been swept into a storm—and this storm was formed entirely from countless blades. It had no pattern, yet moved with inconceivable speed!
She hardly needed to think before she foresaw her fate: being sliced into countless specks of dust within this storm of blades, with absolutely no chance of survival!
Is this where it ends?
In an instant, memories from the past flashed through her mind like