No one knows exactly how Rong Zhi managed to escape from that den of evil.
Sunlight shines brilliantly overhead.
The S Research Institute was reduced to ruins in the explosion, and only Rong Zhi emerged, covered in blood, dragging the tattered creator of the institute behind her like a rag.
Behind her, flames reached for the sky, rendering her silhouette indistinct.
Fu Yaoyao ran towards her, crying, while Song Lichen, who had rushed through the night from the A State International Federation Branch to the Danadan Desert, took the unconscious Xu Chu from her hands.
The scent of blood on the girl was so strong it seemed tangible.
It was impossible to tell whose blood it was; Fu Yaoyao's hands trembled, afraid to touch her lest it turns out to be a wound.
And her fingers, which should have been slender and pale, were dripping blood, drop by drop, onto the yellow sand, where it was quickly absorbed.
