Berserk Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

“Hah! Her real identity, does it matter? My beloved disciple’s blood jade reacted to this human.” One-Eyed Berserker sneered at the human female in front of him. “Could it be that my beloved disciple died in your hands, hmm?” he asked, brutality evident in his expression, as he single-handedly lifted Little Yin by the throat. It didn’t matter that she felt disgusted by his touch—struggling was useless due to the inherent difference between the strengths of their mortal bodies. “You are in luck. I will keep you alive till the end.” The Iron Fan Mistress spoke up, “But Senior Brother—”