Lin Li stood before the bald man, looking down at the enemy he had beaten into complete submission. With a disdainful expression, he spoke to the dying man.
"Others might fear your Red Blood Gang, but I don't. Bring on whatever you've got!"
The moment he finished speaking, a biting chill emanated from Lin Li's hand. Short, incredibly sharp icicles quickly began to form.
"No—"
SWISH...
THWIP, THWIP, THWIP...
Several of the sharp, newly-formed icicles shot into the bald man's neck and heart.
Already heavily wounded, the bald man was killed instantly by the ferocious icicle attack. A look of terror froze on his blood-soaked face.
'It's over. But I wonder... is it common in this feudal Otherworld to have people hunt you down for revenge just because you stepped in to right a wrong?'
After killing the last enemy, Lin Li's gaze swept over the others he had slain, and the thought couldn't help but surface in his mind.
