Her figure seemed to drift like a cloud, sometimes attacking here, sometimes sweeping there, the sword swirling like the wind, and the Nascent Soul followed her movements.
Lu Ying struggled to keep up, but haste made her progress more chaotic, and the light covering the Magic Platform gradually weakened.
She realized the situation in shock, her movements becoming even more frantic, and in a moment of disarray,
the sword's tip suddenly aimed at Yin Weiyin.
Her limbs seemed to instantly lose Lu Ying's control, and as her mind went blank, the longsword shot straight towards Yin Weiyin!
Boom!
A thunderous roar exploded in the skies.
......
......
Drip.
Like the sound of water droplets falling.
Yin Weiyin's whole body ached unbearably, feeling a faint numbness, as if struck by a sudden thunderbolt.
The female crown struggled to open her beautiful eyes, seeing nothing but darkness surrounding her, nearly unable to see her hand in front of her face.
