Atop the sword, the group of newcomers swept up by Su Ling'er were huddled together, shivering uncontrollably.
Beneath their feet was a surging sea of clouds, and howling gales roared in their ears. A single misstep meant a fall into an abyss of no return.
「A moment later.」
「At the foot of the Guixi Sect's mountain.」
The giant Wooden Sword landed smoothly, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Su Ling'er recalled the sword and stood tall. With a wave of her wide sleeve, a gentle pulse of Spiritual Power pushed the two-hundred-plus newcomers off the blade.
The moment their feet touched solid ground, their legs gave out. Many of them collapsed, gasping for breath.
Su Ling'er surveyed the flock of terrified "lambs," preparing for the final step of her plan.
'I have to see this act through to the end. It's also the truth, for that matter. At the very least, I need to crush any thought they have of turning back and force them to recognize their own limitations!'
