Luo Fan's gaze settled on the figure wreathed in black smoke before him, his thoughts racing.
Ding Wanning.
The woman who had stood atop Holy City's walls during the day, bowing to thank him and his companions from the Hope Convoy.
Now she had become like this.
Thick darkness filled her eyes. A murderous, evil, ominous aura seeped from every pore, and the black liquid wings behind her slowly beat in the night wind. Droplets fell from their edges, corroding the ground with a sizzling hiss.
Her attacks never paused.
Black claw blades struck Luo Fan again and again, every blow aimed straight at a vital spot.
His throat, his heart, his eyes. Her strikes were vicious and precise, nothing like the composed, unruffled City Lord of Holy City from yesterday.
Luo Fan did not fight back.
He stood where he was, letting attacks powerful enough to tear steel land on him. The Decapitation Skill's group invincibility neutralized every one.
His gaze remained fixed on Ding Wanning's darkness-filled eyes, trying to find a glimmer of something familiar within them.
Nothing. There was nothing.
Those eyes held only pure killing intent, so intense it almost took solid form.
What on earth happened? I'd only been away from Holy City for a day.
From dawn to late at night, barely a dozen or so hours. How could someone become like this?
A thought surfaced in his mind.
The Innate Yang Steel.
With me taking away the Innate Yang Steel, Holy City lost the deterrent that kept Weirds from approaching.
Could a powerful Weird have attacked Holy City after the Innate Yang Steel's aura disappeared?
Had a Weird possessed the Ding Wanning before me?
At that thought, guilt welled up in Luo Fan, impossible to suppress.
If that was true, he could not