The intent of killing was pervasive throughout the corridor.

Lonely evil stood still with one sword in one hand like a red bell, staring at the front with both eyes dead, feeling the endless murder.

Suddenly I don't know what's going on, and the suffocating murder begins to fade...

And there was a vague sense that the killer seemed to be far away from solitary evil.

The solitary evil took the first two steps to pursue the terrible killing gas just now, but the gloomy killing gas fled too fast...

In a twinkling of an eye, the empty corridor regained its sense of silence.

Just as he was thinking about...