Yvette smiled when she saw the Blood Drinking Sword. She closed her eyes and said, "Darryl, you want to know who I am? I'd never tell you. Kill me if you want. But if you kill me, you'd never find out about my background, and my men will go after you to kill you."

Darryl bit his lips; he was dumbstruck. It was apparent she tried to be difficult.

"Kill me. Otherwise, let me go. Don't waste my time." Yvette opened her eyes and smiled.

Darryl took a deep breath and smiled at her. "I will not kill you. But I will make you wish you were dead."

Darryl removed his shirt and tore it into strips. Then he made a rope out of those strips. He carried Yvette and tied her tightly onto a tree.

"Darryl, what are you doing?" Yvette shouted angrily.

Darry ignored her. He raised his hands, and Yvette felt the presence of intense energy. Then the trees at both sides broke into pieces.

Yvette shouted, "What are you doing? You have no guts to kill me, and now you are releasing your anger on the trees