Leng Yan defeated!
Outside the old, dilapidated warehouse, the sun was setting, casting an eerie orange glow on everything in sight.
A woman with flowing purple hair stood there, stunned into silence, unbothered by the putrid stench emanating from inside.
With a heavy heart, she gazed upon the bodies, all of them appearing to have been killed in the most inhumane and brutal way possible.
Blood was splattered everywhere, seeping into every crack and crevice, staining the walls and floors crimson.
"What exactly happened here?" she whispered to herself, disbelief etched on her face.
Suddenly, another voice intruded, sending shivers down her spine. "It looks good, doesn't it?"
Leng Yan spun around, ready to strike the intruder. But right before her hand could make contact, a surge of purple lightning entered her body, shaking her to the core. "What?" she gasped.
Her eyes opened in disbelief as she stared dumbfounded at Zhang Wei, who was grinning victoriously.