And just at this moment, a stifling scent of blood, accompanied by the sound of something slicing through the air from behind, infiltrated Qianli's nostrils with a breath.
As if sensing something, a look of intense horror appeared on the woman's face, and she twisted her body forcefully, hunching down while rushing forward.
It was too late.
The next second, a scimitar enveloped in a thick layer of crimson was already swirling as it sliced through her body.
From the outside in, first was her long hair that scattered and swayed behind her due to the violent movement of her body, then the lightweight leather armor that had no defense ability to speak of, next was the inner lining soaked with sweat, and then her skin, muscles, bones, and organs, finally cutting through the front abdomen and repeating in completely the reverse order.
Her legs took the last step under the influence of residual body signals.
The upper half of her body was separated from her lower half by inertia.
