Meanwhile, a distance away from the battlefield.
Crack...
Crack...
A long trail of destruction stretched across the ground, as if a massive force had dragged through the earth.
'My disciple! Are you alright?'
Immortal Jiuming's worried voice echoed out as he materialized above the rubble.
Suddenly, the rubble shifted. With a heavy push, Wei Zhenxin emerged from beneath it, looking disheveled and battered.
"Cough! Cough!"
Her once beautiful and heroic face was now smeared with dirt as she coughed up a mouthful of blood.
However, she didn't seem concerned about her own injuries.
Instead, her gaze fell on her precious sword... the spirit weapon that had accompanied her since her youth, ever since her family was slaughtered.
Noticing a tiny crack on the blade, Wei Zhenxin's eyes filled with sorrow as this sword was the only thing her parents had left her.
"Once again… I was saved by you," she murmured emotionally.
