On the island, An Feng and Dark Moon's faces gradually revealed a hint of a smile from their previous indifference.
Just moments ago, they found a trace of blood in a patch of grass.
They tasted the blood.
Without a doubt, it definitely belonged to Ding Yueqiu.
"Let's see where you can really hide!" An Feng sneered, "When I find you, you'll wish you were dead!"
To be honest, they hated Ding Yueqiu.
If not for her, would they be in such a dire situation?
Definitely!
Because of her, the two almost got killed by the boss in the grand hall.
Perhaps because they still had some use.
Otherwise, the dead ones in the grand hall would certainly be them.
In the basement, though more than an hour had passed, her injuries hadn't improved much.
Of course, there were medications here.
But her injuries were too severe.
Plus, having taken pills continuously before, her body was a bit depleted.
"What to do?"
"Am I really going to die here?"
