She was naturally afraid of death as well.
But for now, she had not yet reached the end of the road.
Because these Enlightenment Stage experts stood before her. In her eyes, they were nothing more than shields to take the bullets for her, tools for her to use.
Even if all these people died, their deaths would not be worth pitying. She had to survive.
That was what she thought.
However, Hua Wanru soon gritted her pearly teeth and cursed inwardly, "A bunch of trash."
Not one of these Enlightenment Stage experts could hold on for even a moment. Before the Yin soul tide, they fled in miserable disarray and fell apart. Forget protecting her—even protecting themselves was beyond them.
Looking at the Yin soul tide before her, each wave higher than the last, Hua Wanru nervously shrank back.
"Ah! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"
One Enlightenment Stage expert after another died beneath the tide.
Hua Wanru formed hand seals, calculating her chances of survival today. Yet no matter how she calculated, she found it incomparably strange.
Because according to the heavenly signs, she bore no mark of death today. In other words, nothing was supposed to go wrong for her within this Yin soul tide.
She had calculated this result long ago and had merely assumed the road ahead would be clear, allowing her to leave this secret passage without obstruction, so she had not paid it much mind. Yet now there was only a dead end ahead, while the calculation still claimed she bore no mark of death. She simply could not understand it.
She even suspected that her calculation had been wrong. With things as they were, where could she possibly have any hope of surviving?
"No! No, don't!" At last,