A fierce wind roared, stirring up a sky full of yellow sand, dyeing the firmament a dusky hue.
Qin An stood with a cold, icy demeanor, clutching his blade.
Fox Qing collapsed onto the sand dune, eyes hollow, lips intermittently pleading, "Spare my life, spare my life, I beg you to spare my life…"
She was close to madness.
Though begging for mercy, deep down she wished for swift death.
Within this half-stick of incense time, she endured thousands of array explosions, and was furiously bombarded by the natural array of the sand dunes.
Even if it was just a remnant array, it was terrifying beyond compare for her.
Plus Qin An's occasional harassment, her body and spirit were doubly damaged, even contemplating suicide.
Qin An approached Fox Qing, face cold as he thrust his blade forward.
A cold gleam flashed by, like a full moon in the sky.
Fox Qing only felt pain at her chest, she looked down and saw Cold Star piercing halfway into her chest, protruding through her back.
