"Seems like today, it's a fight to the death!"
Bertha Lyle put away her enchanting demeanor, stretched out her jade-like arms, and flew to a high place. The gentle breeze blew against her, and she appeared as a cold beauty, with sharp eyes. As she stood on the tip of a slender bamboo, she turned and glanced back, her hair lightly lifting, showing a mournful beauty...
"I, Bertha Lyle, swear that if I die, I will rush to the Yellow Springs to ask Lord Yan why there are so many treacherous and poisonous people in this world, and why they are not eradicated one by one! This life, I have no regrets towards heaven and earth, but I regret that I couldn't kill all of you hypocrites!"
As she finished speaking, Bertha Lyle's gaze became colder. She lightly stepped and leaped, directing her sharp moves at the crowd...
"Cut!"
