Despite that, her internal organs felt as if they were shattered, and she couldn't hold back the mouthful of hot blood spurting from her throat any longer.
As the mouthful of essence blood sprayed out, her spirit immediately weakened, feeling pain all over her body, and she struggled to retain her soul. She no longer had the strength to forcibly sit on Qi Zai and flipped over, falling down!
It seemed like many, many years since she had experienced the sensation of free falling like this.
She faced upwards, feeling the whistling wind beside her ears, and strangely, she wasn't afraid. She even had the spare energy to think that the thunderous sword light on the treasure sword seemed very familiar.
Where had she seen it before? Her body couldn't move, but her mind was surprisingly clear. She heard Qi Zai's frightened screech, and it seemed someone exclaimed in astonishment, "Miss Ning?" Immediately after, two burning gazes turned her way.
