"He! He!"
On a deserted plain, the entire sky was covered with blade-shaped monsters. It looked like locusts were filling the air. Jiang Yi guessed that there were close to a million of them there. Among the dense group of monsters, a beautiful lady was fighting for her life, charging towards them with all her might.
The beautiful face was drained of all color, and cold beads of perspiration dripped from her forehead, causing her fringe to plaster to her head. Her eyes were filled with explosive rage. Her posture was no longer elegant and graceful like before. Instead, she was moving at extreme speeds through the group of monsters, trying to avoid the blades flying towards her at all costs.
The aura emanating from her body was becoming weaker and weaker, and she was slowing down considerably. She looked extremely tired as if she had already swum five thousand kilometers in a deep sea, but she still could not see any sign of shallower waters or an island ahead.