Demon Girl!

Casual and effortless as she casually swung her sword to kill a person, the all-black-clad woman did not even glance at him from beginning to start, nor did her expression change by even a sliver, as if she had merely swatted to death a noisy fly. She still strode toward the peak of the mountain with a sword held in one hand.

She was cold, not the kind of cold that kept people a thousand miles away, but the kind of cold like a blade frozen in ice for hundreds of millions of years; a single glance left one's entire body with a freezing sensation of being torn apart. At the same time she was also eerie, giving off an indescribable sense of weirdness—watching her made it feel as though one's very soul were about to be pulled out of the body.

Step by step she walked toward the mountain peak, as if the entire heaven and earth did not exist to her, looking down on everything with detachment.

She had come, and she had killed. Originally this was nothing, for after all, people were dying in this region at every moment.

Yet the situation was different if the person she killed was a Martial Artist with the cultivation of a Martial Path Grandmaster, especially at a time when everyone shared a bitter hatred for the same enemy and united to deal with the living corpses. Such behavior could be described as arousing public anger.

"Senior Brother!"

A startled cry rang out, and immediately a sword-wielding youth covered in blood rushed to the side of that corpse, anxiously and incredulously touching the body that had been torn in two.

The moment his fingertips brushed it, his whole body shuddered. Starting from his fingertips, his entire arm went numb in an