As Lin Rui's psychic consciousness endured the heavy blow, the assault from the Flame Sabers did not cease. They rushed down upon him continuously, like a blanket of heaven covering earth.
Barely had Lin Rui's figure come to a halt when the dense rain of sabers completely engulfed him.
The spot on the river where he stood was cleaved into a huge ravine, with massive waves surging up from both sides, and a vast red inferno formed a giant cloud of fire above the surface.
At that moment, almost everyone both on and off the battlefield was shaken and shocked by what was unfolding on the river.
"Little Rui?" Xue Lingxue's face turned as pale as paper, her hands hardly able to hold her bow.
—Once again, she had failed her mission.
The last person in the world she cared about had also died before her eyes.
What on earth was wrong with this world? No matter what she wanted to protect, it seemed she could neither safeguard it nor keep it safe.
