In the dim room, screams echoed.
Mu Ziqing leaned against a relatively clean bed, combing her long golden hair. Her long, snow-white legs swung idly as she watched blood flow across the floor, without the slightest change in expression.
"Yan Feng."
Yan Ye stood with his arms crossed, his white suit spotless as he leaned against the doorframe. "Hurry it up."
"Got it, brother."
Yan Feng smiled faintly and drove the dagger in his hand down with a backhand thrust.
With a crack, blood sprayed out.
A blood-soaked young man was nailed to the wall by a flaming spear.
A dagger had pierced straight through his left eye.
"Guess he doesn't have any more information?"
Someone behind them said gleefully, "He's already said everything he could."
Another person sneered. "Yeah. What an idiot. We were practically at the end of the road, and this guy actually opened the door to ambush us and steal our supplies. In the end, Captain Yan dealt with him in less than half a minute."
Yan Ye had held back during the battle at the inn. Only after everyone encountered the Great Ruins did he start getting serious.
It took him less than thirty seconds to deal with a second-tier Fallen.
The Fallen was nailed to the wall, barely clinging to life.
Yan Feng sighed, casually swept his dagger, and slit his throat.
The Fallen's head lolled to one side. He died.
"Fine. Since he's said everything he can, we'll leave it at that."
Yan Ye said indifferently, "Now we know some of the rules of this Forbidden Zone. Since the Association didn't tell us about them, I'm more inclined to believe this is a trial—a trial of life and death. There may not be no moles, but the captains probably aren't so easy to