Chu Wuyao's gray eyes reflected the glow of the sword that was going straight towards her head, wanting to slice it in two.
Even then, the crazy smile still remained on her face, despite her situation looking grim.
With a thought of her mind, her body moved sideways in order to dodge the sword, while a blazing black spear appeared in her hand and she stabbed it forward.
"Bang! Boom!"
The sound of two collisions sounded at the exact same time.
Lowering her head, Chu Wuyao looked at the sword that had penetrated through her shoulder, leaving behind a large wound and even reaching her bones, causing cracks to appear on them.
Blood constantly gushed out of the wound and she felt that she was constantly weakening, having been fatally injured.
Despite this, Chu Wuyao wasn't panicked at all, but instead breathed a sigh of relief.