Qinyang had been fighting for so long. She was unsure how long it had been exactly, but it felt like she had been fighting for days. Revenants, one after the other came rushing her without an end. Abyssal Demons congregating and creating a new stronger form did not show any mercy against someone whose breathing created a red mist.
But, despite it all, tiredness was the last of Qinyang's worries.
[My body, it feels so light… it feels like I can fight some more.] There was no end to her enemies and her energy could never reach its bottom. The more she fought and the more she killed, the more her head body moved faster.
