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Misty Shadow Wind Blade swept through recklessly.
The scene plunged into an eerie silence, as if even the air itself exuded a pungent scent of blood.
Lin Yuennan couldn't hear anything, her vision stripped away into pitch darkness, leaving only the sound of her own racing heartbeat.
What happened just now?
Why did all the sounds suddenly stop?
Lin Yuennan, lying in a mud pit, in despair, couldn't care less about her usual makeup and attire; a single thought emerged... Was the Demon King dead?
She staggered to her feet.
As the dust before her eyes gradually cleared, she finally saw she was amidst ruins, with the unblinking eyes of the dead staring at her.
A shiver ran down Lin Yuennan's spine, her knuckles turned white from gripping her hands, and though her face was stricken with fear, she looked unexpectedly resolute.
Dragging her disheveled body, she stepped by step until she reached the Leather Scroll, bent down to pick it up, her face slowly breaking into a smile.
