The hero quickly rolled over and stood up, clutching a throbbing forehead, but her eyes remained locked on the Depraved Hero, her face full of vigilance.
Just then, the weary voice of the Ancient Hero came from the side:
"I've done all I can, now it's up to you, my successor."
The hero nodded slightly, a hint of determination in her eyes.
"Damn it, how could this happen, it wasn't supposed to be like this..."
The Depraved Hero wiped the blood off her face viciously and looked at the hero with a twisted expression, her lips twitching.
"Hmph, it's too late for regrets now."
Seeing the opponent in such a miserable state, the hero couldn't help but wrinkle her nose, but her clenched fists did not loosen in the slightest.
"Whether it's doing good or committing evil, if you can't bear the possible consequences, then you shouldn't even start."
The hero spoke slowly, a flicker of depth in her eyes.
