Break!

A man in a black robe appeared before her.

The person was wearing a red and black ghost mask that covered nearly his entire face. All that could be seen was a pair of cold, brown eyes.

As he stood there, he was shrouded in an extremely overbearing aura.

The few people still talking earlier were now all on the ground, dead.

The strong smell of blood spread across the air.

Situ Xingchen held her breath as her hair stood on end. This man is extremely dangerous!

"Wh-who are you?!" She instinctively reached toward her wrist, but there was nothing there. It was only then that she recalled that Ye Zhiting had destroyed her bracelet.

Now there was absolutely nothing useful on her that could be used to attack or defend!

The man suddenly laughed; his voice was hoarse. "You don't have to know who I am. You just need to know that I'm here to help you."