The three Martial Saints from the Law Enforcement Hall dared not be negligent and hurriedly pursued along the faint trace of blood Qi left by Xue Qing in the starry sky.
Xue Qing was enduring hellish torment, desperately escaping while draining the last of her Essence Yuan. The terrifying penetrating wound in her chest and abdomen brought excruciating pain with every circulation of blood Qi, as if countless red-hot steel needles stirred her organs.
The deeply engraved knife scar on her face burned fiercely. Although the bleeding had barely stopped, it still sent waves of throbbing pain.
However, she had become accustomed to being severely injured and did not find it particularly unbearable at this moment.
