The person whose neck was slashed by Zhang Fan had wide-open eyes.
At the same time, Balot, who was fighting with that person, also had wide-open eyes.
One might even say he was terrified.
Holy crap, in the middle of a fight, the guy's neck suddenly started spewing blood and sprayed his face, how could that not be terrifying?
Moreover, within a ten-meter radius, there were only the two of them.
How did this person's neck suddenly explode?
Swooshing sounds!
The very light sound of running made Balot's hair stand on end, like a cat with its fur on edge.
What the heck, where's this sound coming from?
Could there be someone present?
Immediately, Balot reached out a hand and rubbed his eyes.
Seeing nothing in front of him, Balot felt a chill down his spine.
Holy hell, there's no one here!
Could it be something indescribable?
Like... a ghost?
In the next moment, Balot turned and ran.
