Blood splattered, staining her purple dress crimson.
A wound so deep that bone could be seen was horrifying to behold, and the violent pain made her groan as her body staggered.
"It's not over yet."
Another assassin seized the opportunity and drove out a punch. The blood-colored fist mark carried an unmatched gale of force as it slammed brutally into Liu Ruyan's back.
"Bang!"
Liu Ruyan seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer. A large mouthful of blood sprayed from her lips, and her aura instantly weakened.
Her Body Protection Divine Light was shattered by force, and her internal organs seemed to have been shifted out of place.
The fierce battle had lasted only the time it took to burn a stick of incense.
Yet that brief span had been a hellish ordeal for Liu Ruyan.
She was drenched in blood, her body covered in wounds of all sizes, with blood flowing from every one of them.
Her originally elegant purple dress had long since become tattered beyond recognition, stained with dust and blood.
Her aura was in complete disarray, her divine power nearly exhausted, and even the hand gripping her sword trembled faintly.
But she still stood stubbornly, her eyes filled with defiance and fury.
"It's over."
The leader of the assassins issued a cold proclamation. He raised the long saber in his hand, terrifying blood-colored radiance gathering along its blade.
He had absolute confidence that this strike would completely kill the Saintess of the Xuanba Sword Sect before him.
The shadow of death, like a surging tide, engulfed Liu Ruyan. She felt despair and helplessness unlike anything she had ever experienced.
Just as that fatal strike was about to descend, Liu Ruyan closed her eyes unwillingly, preparing to welcome death's arrival.
"Clang."
A clear sword hum,