A figure slowly emerged from the forest, revealing her true appearance. She was a woman with fiery red hair, with a well-proportioned body and fluid muscle lines. The tattoos on her arms added a touch of exotic beauty.
She walked up to Asia, her voice tinged with self-mockery, "Asia, that lord doesn't lack people of our level, you know that."
Cold sweat involuntarily ran down Asia's body. Even at his peak, he wasn't confident he could defeat this woman, let alone now, in his heavily injured state.
"You always have something special, don't you?" Asia tried to keep his tone calm, attempting to extract more information from this woman.
"Special?" The woman sneered, her eyes flashing coldly, "For someone like that, what could possibly be special?"
After saying this, her expression returned to its usual state—charming yet wild, making people feel both tempted and terrified.
