Chen Fan wanted to stop her, but it was too late.
After her transformation, her speed was incredible. In just a few steps, the woman named Ah Ling was less than two meters from Hu Qi.
Her eyes now glowed with a greedy, bloodthirsty red light, and her jagged, saw-like teeth were bared in a grin that almost reached her ears.
Seeing this, Hu Qi's expression remained calm.
He turned his body slightly and raised his right hand.
A flash of his blade cut through the night, followed by a piercing shriek.
Blood sprayed through the air.
Ah Ling's figure shot backward, barely dodging another flash from the blade.
One of her hands had been severed. The exposed bone and flesh looked horrifying in the darkness.
"Ah Ling!"
Seeing this, Chen Fan started to charge forward.
But a figure blocked his path—it was Xie Fei.
"Your opponent is me."
He adjusted his glasses. He was wearing a pair of dark-gold gloves that looked as if they were woven from silk.
