A door of darkness fell from the sky, and from it undead legions emerged, each and everyone having intense killing intent. The sky was filled with flying bone dragons, while the land was trampled by skeleton soldiers. It looked no different from doomsday.
Xiao Xiao, who had slumped to the ground, was drained of all her Psionic Power. She found it difficult to even keep her upper body up, so how could she muster the strength to escape?
The bone dragon that was closest to her suddenly began to flap its bony wings which in turn stirred up a furious storm. Its sharp talons shimmered with a cold sheen as it charged at Xiao Xiao with a deafening roar.
"Am I going to die?"
With her death approaching, Xiao Xiao's heart was complicated but calm. It was complicated because she had to draw the curtains on her life that had yet to become interesting. It was calm because she had done her best. At least she had never really given up.