With a beguiling smile, she carried out the most cruel and malicious acts.
The poison springing from her fingernails moved with alarming speed and reached Baili An in a flash, while his movements seemed incredibly slow and casual. He tilted his head slightly, a crimson beam grazing his cheek, leaving behind a sharp line of blood.
The blood that seeped from the wound was even redder than normal blood.
The poison of the Enchanting Demon, hidden most dreadfully within the little finger, could infect even the Dragon Clan, whose life force was immensely powerful and terrifying. Once infected, without the antidote, even they could not last long,
even with just a minor wound.
Yet, Ning Feiyan's expression gradually grew solemn.
Because she saw the young man casually wiping the blood from his cheek, the color of the blood seeping from the wound growing deeper until it looked like black blood.
The shockingly dark color made her heart tremble.
