The next moment, Gu Lin vaguely heard a bloodcurdling scream from that direction.
A few seconds later, a cloud of blood mist rushed out of the woods and condensed into a human shape before the woman.
Though its features were twisted, she could still vaguely make out the face of the Winter Frost Priest from before.
With a flick of the woman's finger, the human-shaped blood mist let out a silent wail before dissipating into the air.
Gu Lin watched this unfold, utterly shocked. While she felt a sense of vindication, she was also profoundly shaken.
'A Fourth-Class Priest... just died, so easily, right before my eyes.'
Although she had long suspected the woman was powerful, this level of strength was far beyond her imagination.
"All right, transaction complete. Remember the payment you owe me." The woman retracted her hand, her expression indifferent, as if she had just casually crushed an ant.
