Death, like a shadowy specter of darkness, silently approached. Luo Chen watched powerlessly as the black-clad girl before him held a sharp dagger in her hand, its cold edge reflecting a light of despair in the dimness. Her indifferent face appeared as if carved from millennium ice, showing no expression other than an unfathomable intent to kill.
"Go ahead." Luo Chen's tone revealed deep helplessness and defeat. In this seemingly uneven confrontation, he had wholly given up the thought of resistance.
A flicker of determination flashed in the black-clad girl's eyes, and she unhesitatingly thrust her dagger forward! However, at this critical moment of life and death, a sonorous sound of a flute suddenly pierced through the sky, breaking the silence of Divine Crown Cliff like heavenly music. The sudden flute sound halted the girl's action abruptly; her expression shifted slightly, clearly startled by this unexpected interference.
