Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
A series of fierce gusts whistled through the mountain forest.
Yang Liu flashed aside, narrowly evading the surging blasts of force.
"Useless. Sixth Sister, you can't sustain your secret technique for long. Once its duration ends, what else can you do?"
Wang Manjiang's laughter drifted over from dozens of yards behind her.
Yang Liu turned a deaf ear and only ran madly forward. Yet faint waves of pain had already begun coursing through her body. Having maintained the secret technique for so long, she was nearing her limit.
Ignoring everything else, she endured the pain in her body and continued driving the secret technique. Unfortunately, after barely a dozen breaths, she could no longer bear it. She staggered and fell to the ground, her body now covered in gash-like wounds from which scarlet blood flowed.
"Why aren't you running anymore, Sixth Sister?"
Before Yang Liu could rise again, a tall figure had already blocked her path.
"Die!"
Yang Liu suddenly raised her head. Force surged through her body as she struck at the person before her with a palm. Unfortunately, her opponent seemed to have been prepared. He nimbly retreated several yards, dodging the blow she had launched after gathering momentum.
After throwing that palm strike, however, it was as though Yang Liu had exhausted all her strength. Her aura immediately withered.
"Junior Sister, you're still so mischievous. We came from the same school. I can sense the fluctuations of your aura as clearly as day."
Wang Manjiang had arrived before Yang Liu. He reached out and lifted her chin, speaking calmly with mockery on his face.
"Traitor, you'll die a horrible death..."
Yang Liu's heart was filled with despair. Knowing she could not escape death, she ground her teeth and cursed.
Slap...
Before she could finish,