The red thunder was different from the past, Gu Xiqiao could only feel like a forest was on fire, her mental power being chipped away bit by bit.
She could feel her soul being torn from her body, but her body was still holding on.
"You're still not giving up in this state?" A surprised voice came from the void. "Hm? This mental power? It's her…"
After what seemed to be a sigh, the scarlet vortex vanished instantly.
Gu Xiqiao stood mid-air in the void, her eyes closed tightly, as though in a deep slumber. She was surrounded by wisps of purple lightning, and the Seven-Frosted Blade was still beside her.
When she next opened her eyes, it was to see a sea of fire in front of her.
There was a thin figure within the flames, and she was huddled in a corner. Her dark, onyx eyes were bright as she quietly watched the flames spread to her, engulfing her entire person immediately, becoming nothingness.