"Ahh!"

Devon screamed in despair, seeing the sword coming at him. He never could have expected the charming woman to act so ruthlessly out of nowhere.

It was evident she held absolutely no regard for Boulderthorn.

"Stop!"

"No!"

The unexpected turn of events shocked the Boulderthorn disciples. However, it was too late for them to stop her.

"Don't kill him, kid," Dustin said just in time.

There was a sharp whistle as Scarlet's blade stopped mere inches from Devon's throat. A thin line of blood formed as it grazed his skin.

Had Dustin spoken out a second later, Devon would have been lying in a pool of his own blood.

Devon gulped. His face turned pale. Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

The terror in his eyes never went away. He had very nearly met his end.

Just where did this crazy bitch with such hatred come from?

They weren't even enemies. It was scary.

"Do that again, and I will send you to hell," Scarlet said icily.

Devon shivered involuntarily. A wave o