In an instant, Qing Yao felt as though she had been struck by a cannonball, shattering every bone in her body from top to bottom!
Boom!
After taking a kick from Pan Ruiyi, Qing Yao hit the ground in excruciating pain, rolling over the snowy terrain.
"Such heavy snow! Are you here in Silla to admire its winter?" Pan Ruiyi shouted.
"…Huff…huff…" Qing Yao's consciousness was muddled from the beating.
Her internal organs were already ruptured, the unbearable pain coursing through her nerves like an unrelenting storm.
The Witch Armor automatically administered a medical injection to keep her alive.
Qing Yao could only manage to roll onto her back, staring up at Pan Ruiyi as she watched her smash the hovering cannons released by Qing Yao one by one.
After dismantling Qing Yao's hovering cannon formation, Pan Ruiyi pounced, grabbing Qing Yao with one hand and lifting her into the air.
Qing Yao's heart burned with frustration.
