This battle, no one knows how long it has lasted, as if it has spanned a century.
Finally, a loud bang rings in the ears, as if the heavens and earth are shattering at this moment.
The two figures finally separate.
Xingtian Girl stands in mid-air, her face pale, her silhouette appearing so desolate, so lonely.
Her sword has already fallen a hundred meters away, deeply embedded in the ground, with only the elegant hilt exposed, giving a sense of the same loneliness.
While another longsword points at the vital spot of her Heart Meridian, needing only a gentle push to take her life, causing her soul to disperse.
Han Yan gazes blankly at this scene. Defeated, Xingtian Girl is defeated. The Xingtian Girl she believed to be above the Nine Heavens, invincible like a Divine, has actually been defeated!
Han Yan's gaze shifts once more to the woman opposite.
