Tom uncertainly counted the corpses again.
He counted several times but still found five bodies.
Tom furrowed his brows and gripped the dagger tightly.
At this moment, Tom felt a foreboding sense of unease.
In the next instant!
A sinister gust rushed at the back of his head, startling Tom.
Without time to think, he immediately ducked his head to dodge.
The act of ducking his head was incredibly dangerous.
But time was tight, and aside from ducking, Tom couldn't afford any other movements.
Swish—
A blade narrowly grazed Tom's hair.
Tom felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.
Lustrous golden strands of hair fell elegantly before his eyes.
"Close call!"
Tom muttered in fear and trepidation.
It was truly perilous.
A moment of delay and he'd be done for.
He stabbed backward with the dagger in his hand while spinning up and turning to face his attacker.
