The battle between Zhang Yue and his companions against Yingsha and his reinforcements had reached its peak. The sounds of battle and clashing weapons shook the heavens, and the stench of blood hung heavy over the entire battlefield like a thick, suffocating cloud. Every moment felt as agonizingly long as eternity, every second a desperate struggle on the brink of life and death. Some fell wounded, uttering painful groans, yet the group fought on stubbornly, refusing to retreat an inch, the fire of indomitable will burning in their eyes.
Just as they began to feel their strength failing, the tide of battle turning increasingly against them, and darkness threatening to swallow the last light of hope, a figure materialized silently like a ghost. Clad in flowing white robes that snapped in the wind, she seemed utterly out of place in this bloody theater of war. Her face was veiled, and though her posture was graceful, she radiated an intangible majesty that commanded respect.
As Yingsha moved to deal Zhang Yue a fatal blow, the woman in white appeared before Zhang Yue in the blink of an eye—so swiftly that she seemed to materialize out of thin air. With a casual, effortless wave of her sleeve, a soft yet overwhelmingly powerful force surged forth like a breaking wave, instantly sending Yingsha stumbling backward several yards. Before this immense power, Yingsha's burly frame was as helpless as a child's, and he nearly fell as he reeled back.
Chapter 96