Qian Guanting, wincing slightly, pushed herself up from Wang Jianhong's support. She touched her back, her fingers coming away stained with blood. One of the deadly flowers had grazed her, slicing through the back of her shirt.
I'm glad I brought extra clothes back at the camp... she thought, a wry smile touching her lips as she surveyed the chaotic scene around her.
Wongg! The Tiancheng sword in her hand pulsed with energy, its blade glowing brightly as it absorbed her qi.
"I need to find some demons to fight," she muttered, her gaze scanning the battlefield. She spotted a variety of demons, their grotesque forms a stark contrast to the valiant knights and cultivators fighting for their lives.
With a determined expression, Qian Guanting gripped her sword tightly. "I won't let them harm anyone else," she declared, her voice filled with resolve.
