Late at night, the moonlight was hazy.
The surroundings of Three Temple Mountain had fallen into a deep slumber, deathly quiet.
The night was chilling, and the sound of the wind was bleak with a touch of coolness.
On the rugged mountain path, a figure staggered forward.
This person was none other than Dai Ling, who had luckily escaped from Vilu Hall.
At this moment, her expression was extremely panicked, her hair disheveled and in a mess, not knowing how far she had run. Perhaps it was because of her injuries, or perhaps she was too tired.
Eventually, Dai Ling leaned against a branch, gasping for air, still cautiously looking back, fearing someone had followed her.
Although Li Fuzhou's last strike didn't kill her, with some of the force blocked by the inner armor, Li Fuzhou's strength was that of a Half-step Master. Even with severe injuries, only able to exert less than twenty percent of his strength, he was still too much for her, a Second Grade, to withstand.
