Across the boundless land, one area was stained white and red, standing glaringly out of place against the seemingly peaceful surroundings.
Xuanyuan leaned against a huge rock, clutching the golden greatsword in her arms. The exhaustion on her face needed no words to describe. Yet the resolve in her eyes only made her seem all the more pitiful and heartbreaking.
The monster before her was enormous, as if opening its mouth would allow it to swallow the entire land and remove a huge chunk from Earth's surface.
Now, the monster opened its gigantic mouth. The light reflected from its fangs was painfully dazzling to Xuanyuan. Her eyes, already half-closed from exhaustion, shut completely, as if she had given up struggling.
"Sorry, Shennong..." Xuanyuan forced out with great difficulty as she sat down on the ground. "I'm afraid I won't be able to go back."
She no longer even intended to pick up her weapon. The result of her defeat had already become a fact.
If they lost, this land would disappear.
If they lost, their homeland would be destroyed.
If they lost, all their people would die.
Then Shennong would die too—but perhaps she would be the first to die, right? If she died...
He would be sad, wouldn't he?
Xuanyuan thought back on the past. Shennong had always acted strong in front of her, and she had never once seen him cry over anything.
"I wonder if he would cry for me just once?"
Forget it. None of it mattered anymore...
She was beyond saving anyway, wasn't she?
The monster before her—Chiyou—had already occupied the entire sky. It had reached a level that could not be described simply as blotting out the heavens and sun. Xuanyuan could imagine that if Chiyou continued devouring things, only warriors on the level