Feng Ying was rushing at full speed; everywhere she passed, not even a blade of grass could survive.
And her eyes were particularly sharp.
Oh, there was a fruit tree on the hill, laden with red fruits. As Feng Ying's white figure swept past, both the fruits and the tree disappeared, leaving just a slightly deep pit behind.
Further ahead was an oasis beside which stood a garden that didn't know how long it had existed.
Inside, luxuriant flowers of all sorts were in full bloom, composed entirely of various spiritual herbs.
Suddenly, the princess's eyes glowed red.
The white figure swooped down, its four tails plunging into the ground like excavator arms. With a puff, many spiritual herbs were instantly uprooted and tossed into the air.
With a whoosh, they all vanished into thin air.
When we say nothing was left behind, we truly meant nothing. Her deeds matched her words!
Feng Ying was still running wildly, continuing to run, never stopping her run!
