Ying Ru Shi picked up Murong Hui. Blood kept spilling from Murong Hui's mouth, accompanied by wheezing like a broken bellows.
She was not dead yet. With the vitality of a Third Rank Herald, a mere fatal wound was not enough to rob her of her life. But if she had to face the Bai Bao Guard's Arrow Rain next, death would only be a matter of time.
Murong Hui adjusted her position and gently exhaled a breath of bloody air, resting her head against Ying Ru Shi's soft, resilient chest. Like a little girl who had grown tired from playing and was ready to sleep, her face was filled with peace and joy.
She clearly had a personality that feared pain, death, and trouble, but when she truly faced the great terror between life and death, she was more at peace than most people, as though she were merely about to participate in an unknown game.
"What should we do next?" She opened her eyes wide and looked at Ying Ru Shi.
Ying Ru Shi could not help but snort with laughter. Murong Hui was always like this—she arrived with a bang, then had no idea what to do once she finished her three moves, leaving Ying Ru Shi to come up with a plan. Although Murong Hui always claimed to be the older sister, Ying Ru Shi was usually the one who looked after her, guided her, and protected her.
This time would be no exception.
Ying Ru Shi stuffed the Relying on Heaven Sword into her hands and clasped both of her hands tightly.
"Repeat after me," Ying Ru Shi said. "Activate Tyranny."
"Activate Tyranny," Murong Hui said.
Boom!
A shockwave erupted from Murong Hui. Ying Ru Shi, who was right beside her, felt as though her