Ingenuous Sacrifice 7

The deranged beasts were akin to undead armies as they kept on increasing and increasing no matter how many she killed. Her sight was filled with crimson eyes, pale faces and sharp fangs and she had no idea of what was happening in Wang Ze and Ouyang Feiyang's side anymore.

Blood soaked her robes and she swallowed the fishy taste that surged up in her throat back down.

Her face dirty, hair messy, she really looked like a wretch, but her momentum didn't weaken in the slightest as the sounds in her ears subsided, leaving a strange pleasurable and enjoyable sensation of slaughter. The more she killed, the smoother her movement became as if she was relishing on a long lost habit.

Eight, thirteen, twenty five, thirty seven…her count grew up until fifty two and she couldn't keep it up anymore. She was backed into a wall, tens of deranged beasts around her, scratching, stabbing, gnawing. With every passing second, the wound in her body increased.