"Whoosh..."
Yan Nai'er's sword drew a streak of lightning through the air.
In an instant, all the arrows shattered. Without any hesitation, she continued to rush forward rapidly.
Then, suddenly, a dozen figures appeared in front of her—all highly skilled assassins.
Yan Nai'er still didn't stop, the Lion-Tiger Beast charging ahead.
Instantly, a dozen dark figures flickered like lightning, one after another, wielding their weapons, aiming to stab her to death.
Nai'er released her spiritual power in an instant, causing everything around her to start slowing down.
Slowed by two times, four times, eight times!
The lightning-fast pace of the dozen assassins instantly became incredibly slow.
"Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish..."
Yan Nai'er, with a sword in hand, surpassed them in both speed and dragon power by far.
In Nai'er's perception, everything seemed like slow motion, as one head after another flew into the sky, blood spraying wildly.
