The thought raced through her mind, and she immediately made a decision.
Of all the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing is the best!
She had appeared as if she would rather die than surrender just moments ago, but in the next second, she turned and ran, umbrella in hand.
Although she was wearing a spaghetti-strap dress and high heels, her speed was astonishingly fast, quickly leaving the creature behind her.
But after running for dozens of meters, she realized something was wrong.
The surrounding scenery began to blur and distort.
The halos of the streetlights stretched into flowing bands of light.
The darkness ahead seemed endless, like a giant maw ready to devour.
It felt as though she was isolated in an alternate space surrounded by a curtain of water, completely losing her sense of direction, unable to find a way out.
Normally, she should have already run out of this path by now.
A wave of intense dizziness swept over her.
