Su Yunwan's Despair and Rage

Su Yunwan's Despair and Rage. If not for that, humanity could never have barely survived for so many years while surrounded by Mutated Beasts.

"Enough, stop talking about that unlucky bastard." The Golden Feather Emperor waved a hand and turned his gaze toward the woman bound to the obsidian pillar before the Blood Sacrifice Altar.

"What we should be concerned about now is Lin Ming. Tell me, can we really lure Lin Ming out by using this woman as bait?"

He paused, suspicion coloring his voice. "I heard that Lin Ming kills our Mutated Beasts more viciously and cruelly than we kill humans. His methods are enough to make even us wonder who the real Mutated Beasts are. Would someone so cold-blooded and decisive in slaughter really stupidly jump into a trap we set just for a woman?"

"Besides, the four of us Ninth Tier Beast Emperors are gathered here. Anyone who isn't an idiot should be able to see this is a trap. Lin Ming has survived this long, so he definitely isn't an idiot. Will he really come?"

The Golden Feather Emperor's question plunged the other three Beast Emperors into thought as well. They had been utterly confident when they set this trap, but now that they faced their potential prey, they could not help feeling uncertain.

Would Lin Ming really come?

Every word of the conversation on the platform reached Su Yunwan, who was tied to the stone pillar.

As she listened to the Beast Emperors' assessment of Lin Ming—cold-blooded, ruthless, crueler than Mutated Beasts themselves—a complicated emotion rose within her, one she could neither name nor understand.

The Lin Ming she knew was not like that. The Lin Ming she knew was quiet and sparing with words, and merciless when killing enemies, yet his eyes had