Too close for comfort, Liu Jie felt his heart pound, as if it was going to struggle and jump out of his chest any second.
The thing in front of him could hardly be called 'human' anymore.
Its bloodshot eyes and sharp teeth were no different from those rats.
The stench that accompanied its movements was a glaring sign, especially.
This was no longer a human.
With his back drenched in cold sweat, he knew there was probably no going back this time.
Despite the sweaty palms, Liu Jie clenched his teeth, held up the sword around his waist with both hands, and aimed at its face.
Even if it meant his own death, he would take one with him!
The anticipated pain did not hit him, nor did his sword meet the tactile sensation of slashing through something.
When Liu Jie's eyes shot open, he could only feel someone swiftly moving closer from behind.
"You can't escape--"
Its tone was unnerving, like a grim amusement, not intending to kill Liu Jie with a single blow.