"Do you think you still have a way out?" Han Yan finally spoke, the sword force in her hand stronger than before.
Earlier she hadn't held back at all, and now, with victory in sight, she had no reason to save her strength. With this strike, she nearly pushed her Qi to the extreme, slashing forward resolutely.
Zhao Lingxian was struck again, slamming heavily against the stone wall, coughing up blood in large chunks, with blood also seeping from her ears, eyes, and nose, an extreme state of bleeding from the seven orifices.
"No, you're wrong. You can't kill me. You can't kill me." Despite her serious injuries, Zhao Lingxian let out a burst of maniacal laughter.
This woman is mad!
Han Yan looked coldly at the blood-covered Zhao Lingxian, not bothering with her antics, and flew forward, aiming a sword strike at her heart meridian.
"Pumen Aloka Shafang..." Zhao Lingxian suddenly raised her head, chanting in strange syllables.
