In Xu Zhi's observation, Jiang Qing, who had been left behind, seemed to have fallen into some kind of confusion. She no longer knew what she was supposed to do.
In truth, there was probably nothing she could do now.
Then, it was as though a veil of mist had clouded her eyes. Seemingly bewitched by something, she dragged her severely wounded body along, picked up her longsword to use as a crutch, and slowly headed deeper into the Lost Land.
Xu Zhi frowned at the sight and realized something.
Having lost her supernatural abilities and suffered such a drastic drop in level, Jiang Qing could no longer resist the temptation coming from the Lost Land.
She had probably already lost herself.
It was nearing evening. In about an hour, the sky would be completely dark. When Midnight descended, Jiang Qing, still walking deeper into the Lost Land, would inevitably be swallowed by Midnight.
Because of the recent battle, as well as that high-level supernatural being emerging from this direction, quite a few supernatural creatures had actually been scared away. Moreover, Jiang Qing was heavily injured and moved extremely slowly, so she did not encounter any danger for the time being.
However, with blood constantly flowing from her wounds, and with her circuits damaged and supernatural power depleted, her self-healing ability could no longer help heal her injuries. It could only barely preserve her life, but before long, even that little self-healing ability would be unable to keep her alive.
By the time Midnight descended, Jiang Qing would probably have only half a breath left.
If she died after entering Midnight, would she turn into one of the trees within Midnight?
Xu Zhi was rather curious about that.
As Jiang Qing slowly approached the depths of Midnight, the thin mist