Lin Shu felt as though she were carrying the weight of a mountain. Every step she forced herself to take was like scaling an endless, treacherous peak.
Her shoulders were laid bare to the chilling sight of fractured bone, and blood gushed uncontrollably from her wounds, dragging behind her in a harrowing trail like a crimson ribbon cursed by fate.
Her breathing was rapid and ragged, every gasp sounding like the mournful groan of a broken bellows. The spiritual power within her was like a depleted spring, nearly dried to its source.
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