Before the sound faded, the white shadow rose into the air, and Yunling is now mid-air.
Like a fairy in the misty clouds, her movement technique was as ethereal and light to the extreme and as quick to the extreme.
She had previously conserved her Gang Qi and physical strength, but now there was no need to hold back.
Sword Intent Xuan Gang suddenly exploded, and she doubted anyone could catch up with her in a short time.
"Just as I was about to escape to the heavens, I've fallen back into hell again. This feeling is truly intoxicating..."
A soft laugh sounded behind her, and Saintess Yunling even had the illusion that she could feel the hot breath of the person behind her on her neck.
Her heart startled, she glanced from the corner of her eye.
She saw under the faint moonlight, a streak of light, moving over the grass, like a shooting star, nearly twice as fast as her, already flanking her from behind.
