The tall figure seemed to carry an aura of intimidation.
A handsome face appeared in Su Ruan's eyes, slowly enlarging, as if trying to assert its presence.
Su Ruan's hands hung slightly clenched at her sides; she took a step forward, her small hand grasping Lu Shinian's sleeve, and whispered, "Brother Lu, this person might be possessed by the Insect Race."
Lu Shinian glanced at Su Ruan, his expression unwavering, with his dark pupils faintly tinged with blood.
He raised his hand and grabbed Su Ruan's wrist, applying some force, leaving a red mark on the fair skin.
Su Ruan felt the pain, bit her lip lightly, and looked cautiously towards Zhao Yujie, who had stopped since Lu Shinian arrived.
"Kill." Zhao Yujie finally changed the word, "Kill."
"Kill."
"Kill."
Repeated over and over, the tone growing ever stronger.
