"I cannot give up, absolutely cannot give up. Just hold on a little longer!" Lan Qinghuan bit down hard on her lip, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth. Facing the overwhelming pressure of the five-colored sword aura, the spiritual energy in her meridians was exhausted and snapping inch by inch. Finally, she had no choice but to burn her very life essence, her vitality slipping rapidly from her body.
Filled with despair, longing, and bitter reluctance, familiar figures flashed through her mind: Di Lianzhe, Xiye, Ying—each with their own unique temperament—Xi Yun'er, who lived only for her sake, her new friend Wang Ruoxi, and even Little Black Bug and Dark Phoenix. If she died, what would become of them?
Then there was Morong An and Tan Wushuang. Though they had spent only a short time together, their trust and expectations were so clear. She still had unfulfilled promises. As a Martial God, how could she...
Chapter 182