443. Even

In her last vision, she saw the fountain of blood spurting out of a headless neck. The gorgeous figure that would drive any men in the lower realm insane had fallen to the ground weakly. Not even any trace of powerful aura that came out from that mesmerizing body. 

Next, the echoing cheers of the crowd on the ground filled the atmosphere. Full of fighting spirit, they raised their weapons high before they faced their enemies, whose complexion was as pale as a sheet of paper. 

None of those enemies had a tiniest hope to turn around the situation or the motivation to continue their battles. Only their oath was the fuel of their actions, which seemed futile since the masters they swore the oath upon had died one by one. 

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