CHAPTER 685
Clarice's mouth hung open in the small house she was in, peeking at the battle unfolding outside.
Noir was tearing through enemies like a raging demon, his body weaving, blasting, and ripping through anything within reach.
Her hands trembled before she dragged her gaze back to the corpses scattered inside the room.
Yami, her husband, had about twenty young students who came to him to learn the arts of Ki.
But right here, all of them lay lifeless. Massacred while they were merely practising, with their teacher nowhere to be seen.
A short distance away were the bodies of her girls, Vanessa and Millie.
Seeing them, her chest tightened sharply. Her lips quivered, hands shaking violently as she grabbed her long blonde hair with trembling fingers.
"What is going on?"
She muttered under her breath, voice quivering, eyes glistening as she lowered her head. A massive lump sat in both her chest and throat.
