Drip.
Blood streamed down.
Lynn was covered in blood. Holding a corpse in her hand, she casually tossed it forward.
The corpse traced an arc through the air and landed far away atop a pile of bodies.
Another one dead.
Lynn wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and took up a defensive stance.
She was like a steadfast rock. Silent, she stood between Anna and the group of cultivators, shielding her from them.
They were a group of powerful cultivators.
Fearing Lynn's strength, they attacked in shifts, wearing her down through wave after wave of combat.
And Lynn couldn't pursue them too far.
She had to stay near Anna and make sure she didn't get hurt.
This battle was truly frustrating.
But there was no other choice.
On this God of Death's Inheritance Peak, the battle was gradually drawing to a close.
Lynn no longer had much strength left to stop the cultivators from approaching.
On the mountaintop altar behind her, Anna floated quietly in the air, her eyes closed and her hands gripping the Black Long-Handled Scythe. She murmured an unceasing chant, as if performing some special ritual.
She had yet to complete the God of Death's inheritance.
Across from the two women, an old man stepped out from among the cultivators.
"Your Martial Dao realm and technique are truly admirable. I've watched for quite some time, and I've gained a great deal. Once I return and enter seclusion, my cultivation will surely reach a new level."
Lynn's lips twitched. "Gained a great deal? You don't even dare fight me. All you know how to do is send your subordinates to die. Whatever insights you've gained are fake."
The old man's expression slowly darkened.
It was true. As their leader and the strongest cultivator among them,