You will die a horrible death!
You will die a horrible death!
You will die a horrible death!
Yue Linglong stared at the bodies of the children, women, and elderly in the square, consumed by grief and rage. A cold voice roared in her mind. She was left with a single thought: to make the invaders from the Beast Race die horrible deaths.
"You… will die horrible deaths!"
Pitch-black markings emerged from Yue Linglong's back, creeping up to her face. In an instant, her sickly pale complexion was mostly covered by black, thorn-like patterns, forming what looked like a mottled black-and-white mask.
Yue Linglong's eyes turned completely white, her pupils vanishing.
Suddenly, Yue Linglong's eyes rolled back in a bizarre, one-hundred-and-eighty-degree turn, revealing two twisted characters in each orb.
