The middle-aged Daoist nun turned and fled, stepping on a bronze lotus at extreme speed to escape. The strength of her opponent was beyond her expectations, and to continue fighting would likely result in her death here.
"You came to prosecute, didn't you? Why are you fleeing in such a panic?" Shi Hao's voice echoed through the sky.
For a Venerable One, fleeing was already a disgrace, especially after a terrible defeat at the hands of a teenager in his teens, she felt even more ashamed. And now, being ridiculed like this, she wanted nothing more than to turn back and fight to the death.
But life was the most important, and ultimately, she had been defeated. To turn back and face the battle again would definitely cost her a painful price.
Fortunately, she had managed to grab her severed arm and press it onto her wound, applied Spiritual Medicine, and with some time to recuperate, it should be able to heal.
"Shi"
