On another battlefield, the fight was nearing its end.
Shen Yunjiao was as light as a swallow. The longsword in her hand unleashed a fiery blade light as her speed suddenly exploded. She became a blur, moving at an incredible pace. Her blade's edge, like a bolt of highly compressed silver energy, carved out a semicircular Blade Gang, instantly decapitating two people.
That final attack proved that Shen Yunjiao had no hidden injuries. Otherwise, it would never have been so clean and decisive. Her technique and Mana were in perfect sync, yet it also somewhat resembled a Mortal's Sword Move.
Shen Yunjiao spent less than half a minute collecting the spoils of war before walking up to Zhao Zuo.
"Let's go, Taoist Friend Zhao."
"Alright," Zhao Zuo nodded in response.
