Cultivators who had previously wanted to continue mocking Xu Yingxia suddenly all fell silent at this moment, rubbing their eyes fiercely, doubting whether they were seeing things incorrectly.
At this time, Xu Yingxia stepped into the void and flew onto that floating platform in the blink of an eye, proudly standing atop it, awaiting Fang Yunyin to make her next move.
However, Fang Yunyin was now barely able to stand up, overwhelmed by a heavy blow, and she certainly didn't possess that bloodthirsty will that would have her standing up at all costs, even if it meant risking her life.
She didn't have such a spirit. After suffering a heavy blow, her gaze immediately became despondent, her complexion turned ashen, void of any fighting spirit.
Just like a sapling that hadn't weathered storms, encountering a hurricane, it perished prematurely.
This couldn't but be described as a sadness.
An ineffable sorrow.
