"Sizzle—"
The blade slowly withdrew from the flesh.
It was hard to tell whether it was the original color or stained by the blood, but the blade was crimson red, as if it was forged entirely from blood.
Li Chen slowly stood up. Beside him, the woman's corpse was somewhat shriveled, making the surrounding Nether Army warriors fully grasp the truth behind the notion of the "Crimson Skeleton."
No matter how beautiful a woman is, after death, she remains nothing but bones.
Therefore, what matters is not what happens after her death, but what she did while alive.
They knew, very well, that before this woman died, she killed more than twenty of their brothers.
"King of the Netherwor—"
Li Chen waved his hand, his scarlet eyes looking at the middle-aged Nether Army warrior speaking, and said with a slight smile, "Just call me boss as usual; I'm more accustomed to it."
"Yes, boss." The Nether Army warrior nodded.
