"Don't kill me! Please, don't kill me!"
"I can't die! I'll do anything, anything!"
Her voice was filled with fear and extreme weakness.
Inside the cold Exchange Point, Lin An dragged a Fifth Order captive along while lowering his head expressionlessly and contemplating the battle ahead.
He did not even turn his head, as though he had not heard the voice behind him at all.
"I really can't die! Please, let me go!"
"I can—cough, cough—assist with Rule Power! I'll agree to any contract!"
"Ah!"
As she continued begging for mercy, a scream suddenly rang out.
Bang.
A dull sound of flesh and bone tearing apart.
Perhaps Lin An's way of dragging her was too rough. Her entire arm had been torn open, and the fair right hand, connected only by slender bones and tendons, broke off directly in his grasp.
With a thud, the female Fifth Order alien whose arm Lin An had accidentally torn off crashed heavily to the ground.
His train of thought was interrupted.
Frowning, Lin An looked somewhat surprised at the half-arm in his hand. After a slight pause, he turned to look behind him.
Did I tear it off?
On the ground, Lili'er lay there in pain, her entire body drenched in blood and her aura weakened to the extreme.
Although the woman was covered in blood and grime, her body was as ruined as a rag doll that had been torn apart.
Yet through the blood and grime, her exquisite face, bearing beast-kin features but closely resembling that of a human, was a flawless work of art.
Her figure was perfect. At a glance, she looked just like an angel who had fallen from the God Realm.
With the aura of a Fifth Order surrounding her, those green eyes filled with pleading seemed