Jian An'an slammed hard into the large tree behind her, her vision instantly going black.
Her back and head felt as though they were splitting open, and a tearing pain washed over her, leaving her nowhere to hide.
She could practically smell the scent of her own blood. Excruciating pain spread across various parts of her body; the taste of despair was far from pleasant, eroding her heart bit by bit and infinitely magnifying her panic.
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