Lin Shu endured the agonizing pain that felt like a thousand cuts across her entire body. Holding her spear in one hand with the tip braced against the ground, she supported her crumbling physique. Her other hand moved swiftly through the air, her ten fingers tracing mysterious and intricate patterns like agile, twisting serpents.
Following her movements, golden runes surged endlessly from her fingertips. Intertwining and spinning, the runes gradually formed a golden barrier around her that radiated a sacred glow.
This barrier, like a warm sun, seemed utterly out of place yet dazzlingly bright on this battlefield shrouded in darkness and evil.
Chapter 81