In the vast and chaotic space, the White figure still stood unyielding. Her snow-white clothes were dotted with red spots, like winter plum blossoms in full bloom. They were so red that they were so dazzling, but her expression was still so calm and so determined.
Another bolt of spiritual lightning fell and Ling Chuxi once again flew up to meet it.
Bolts of spiritual lightning fell one after another. The figure did not retreat even in the midst of the soaring sword light.
Her snow-white clothes had turned blood-red, and the blood mist was like a burning flame.
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Just as Ling Chuxi was using all her strength to resist the spirit lightning, in the secret room of the Xingfeng Chamber of Commerce, Xiang Gaoyuan, Jing Ziyu, and Zhi Han's faces were dark and uncertain. Feng lengsong, on the other hand, had a dark and cold smile on his face.
