The assassins suddenly flinched, the bravado in their eyes dimming. A few took unconscious steps back, their minds wracked with sudden irrational fear, visions of scales, fangs, and eyes as deep as the abyss. It was only an illusion forming behind her from where she stood… but to the weak-willed, it was worse than death.
She planned to wipe out the group using the immense pressure of her aura, so that they wouldn't be able to move or resist. Before the moment passed, the ground beneath Ling Yu's feet was filled with a stream of red.
As the smoke cleared, Ling Yu stood amidst the fallen, breathing slowly and steadily. Her white clothes were stained with soot and the blood of the assassins, but her posture remained straight.
Ye Qingxue looked at her with wide and stunned eyes. The girl didn't seem to believe what she just saw happen before her eyes just now.
"Master... Y-You… what did you just—?"
Ling Yu glanced back. "It was necessary to survive."
