"Cough, cough~"
Was it due to excessive blood loss?
Although Mengxi could hardly feel pain at this moment,
the heavy blow to her chest and the blood continuously flowing out of her wound made her increasingly weak, her vision becoming gradually blurry.
'As expected, was it too much of a struggle?'
The girl lying in the ruins clenched her fists in frustration, slowly raising her head to look at the approaching, murderous figure in the black robe.
What a miscalculation.
At this moment, Mengxi had no strength left to continue fighting, her exhausted body lay on the ground, nearly unable to move.
However, under such circumstances, facing the death-bringing scythe aiming for her slender neck, Mengxi felt no fear in her heart.
All she felt,
was a deep sense of worry.
She didn't know if Grid and the others, including the child, had managed to escape. Had they gotten far enough away?
