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Han Yamei was slaughtering her way through the battlefield, ravaging the souls of the Six-Clawed Xenomorphs, when she suddenly noticed someone blocking her path.

She stopped. Cold light shone through her silver mask. "One of Thanos's Black Order... Proxima Midnight actually came looking for me?"

That surprised Proxima Midnight somewhat. "You know me?"

"A little. But I'm more interested in your husband."

"?"

"I wonder what will happen after his war blade breaks?" Han Yamei sneered.

That sentence greatly alarmed Proxima Midnight. "What did you say?!"

No one knew her husband better than she did. Corvus Glaive's soul resided within his war blade. As long as the blade remained intact, he could revive endlessly. But once it shattered, his soul would return to his body. Then, if his body died... he would truly die. Her husband's body healed incredibly fast; even if his head were severed, it would rapidly regenerate.

But that was only under the premise that his soul remained within the war blade and could not perish. Once his soul returned to his body, if his flesh was fatally wounded, his soul would die as well. He would never be able to heal at lightning speed again.

She instinctively turned to look behind her, but—

"White Fox!" Han Yamei seized the opening and darted past like lightning.

Wind rushed against the back of her head. Only then did Proxima Midnight realize she had been tricked.

She lowered her head and barely avoided the attack with a roll.

Don't you know foxes are cunning?

"I don't know why you chose me, but... you brought this upon yourself. You have no one else to blame." With that, Han Yamei began moving at high speed.

Her rapid movements created countless afterimages, making it impossible to distinguish real from fake.

Countless wounds