Doubts Before Death

Yet just as Kaisang made this move, a soundless chill wind suddenly struck from his right.

Kaisang's expression changed drastically. The opponent was so fast that he had no time to dodge sideways, leaving him no choice but to raise his arms to shield his head.

Then, freezing cold passed straight through the Stoutpost Hunter's body.

The next second, blood erupted from Kaisang's shoulders. His two powerful arms were severed and fell to the ground along with dissipating Auling Power, while his abdomen split and burst apart together with the organs inside. Warm blood then gushed wildly from it.

"..."

Kaisang lowered his eyes in stunned disbelief at his fatal wounds, then turned to look at the person on his right who had unleashed that chill wind.

She was an aged woman dressed in a billowing long gown, wearing a hood with dangling pom-poms. Her body was bloated and round, half her face hidden beneath the hood's shadow, while the other half was ancient and covered in wrinkles and creases.

Between her thick hands bound in silk cloth, she now held a pair of serpentine swords. Their pitch-black blades revealed eerie insect-eye patterns beneath the moonlight—the sharp weapons that had severed Kaisang's arms and cut open his abdomen in a single stroke.

"Honestly, we obviously spared your life on purpose, yet you still decided to attack without so much as a word."

Fente slowly lowered the Insect-Eye Twin Swords in her hands, then sneered softly in a sinister voice.

"Sure enough, no matter how much time passes, so-called Auling Hunters are still the same as ever—a pack of ungrateful, ignorant scum, every last one of them~"

Kaisang stared silently at Fente for several seconds, then opened his mouth with a twisted expression and spat out a mouthful of blood.

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