Blood-stained hems and long hair danced chaotically in the wind, the sound of lock rings and chains clinking amidst the dimness, where she could no longer make out the faces of those beneath her.
The scarlet sword light was so piercing it caused her unbearable pain in her eyes, and in the end, the faintly dim vision she still possessed was robbed by the ferocious Sword Qi.
A crack formed at the corner of her eye, bleeding fresh red blood.
In the vast and hazy mortal world, her life seemed so trivial as if, in this moment, she was the only one left between heaven and earth.
Unable to bear it any longer, she closed her eyes. Mi Lu's Killing Sword had not yet reached her, yet the tearing pain at her forehead felt like a knife executing lingchi, slicing through flesh layer by layer, intent on taking her soul.
The four filth demons that had been pulling the cage had already fled, and the fine iron cage, pummeled by the storm, creaked and swayed.
