A sharp dagger suddenly emerged from behind, slashing towards her neck.
Lan Yue bit her lip, bent her body backward with all her strength in a 180-degree arc, and grabbed a handful of fallen leaves from the ground with her backhand, hurling them at the attacker's face.
Then, using force from her waist, she lunged sideways and rolled on the ground, simultaneously drawing a dagger from her waist and stabbing it towards the person.
She had been in the forest for five days and nights. To avoid mosquito bites and to mask her scent, her face was already smeared with mud in a mess.
The attacker was in a similar state.
The person wasn't fazed by the leaves she threw and once again stabbed the dagger towards her.
In such a life-and-death moment, any distraction could lead to one's demise.
Their daggers clashed in midair, and when Lan Yue saw the bright eyes on the attacker's face, her movements suddenly froze.
