Back on the battlefield of Golden Immortals, a shocking scene played out, standing in the middle of the air was Leyla, her body caked in blood, a savage grin was on her face.
Her eyes darted left and right, trying to pick her next target, her whip slithered in her hands as if it was a snake. None dared come any closer to her as they left her alone.
The entire battlefield of the Golden Immortals was put on hold because of one person, the 'Hunters' starting numbers of thirty had dwindled to twenty-four, all had fallen by Leyla's hand.
Although she was on their side, the 'Hive' members still shuddered as they glanced at the little devil of the 'Underworld'. Her reputation as a ruthless savage cultivator preceded her yet they still felt as if it did not do her justice.