The bleak autumn wind carried a chill, while the colors of the setting sun were gradually swallowed by dim clouds. Dark gray and black began to stain the entire world.
The dense forest was shrouded in an eerie gloom, and the sparse light was increasingly unable to dispel the deepening shadows around her.
The Saintess of Destruction breathed rapidly and heavily as she staggered through the woods.
She had finally waited for Forced Dispel's cooldown to end, removing all the statuses afflicting her.
Her throat no longer felt as though it were being scraped by knives, and the various negative effects inflicted upon her, such as reduced healing and bleeding, had also been dispelled.
Her feet continued treading on the soft earth, which was wet, slippery, and cold.
All she needed to do was hide a little farther away until nightfall and recover somewhat. Once the Blood Lord awakened, she would have the capital to borrow the blood clan's authority and kill her way back.
Tonight, she would slaughter at least two people... She would cut open their bellies and hang them in the chapel, letting them painfully bleed out and die with their intestines spilling out!
If possible... she would capture the Half-Demon Race duchess who was always at Lanchi's side, scrape away her flesh and skin, and spread her remains across the chapel's banquet table, so that when Lanchi came to the chapel tomorrow morning, he would personally witness the duchess's most miserable and hideous death.
Would he still be able to maintain that indifferent expression?
Just imagining Lanchi's expression when he saw that scene made the Saintess of Destruction's lips tremble uncontrollably.
Even if she still could not kill Lanchi tonight, once she had plucked out all of his fangs and claws and reduced him to a