Under the night curtain, the mountains lay shattered.
The forest clearing that had been fairly tranquil moments ago was now a scene of utter devastation.
Residual demon aura tangled in the night wind, sweeping apart the once-heavy clouds and exposing a somewhat desolate night sky.
More than a dozen demons panted heavily, their deep breaths reverberating through the forest like thunder.
It was hard to imagine that, even under such circumstances, she could leave the scene in such a miserable state—and had even slain two Wandering Void Sea Realm experts.
Fortunately, the returns had been gratifying.
Gong Qiulan, at Wandering Void Sea Perfection, had finally begun to show signs of fatigue.
That slender figure leaned against a crumbling cliff wall, her plain robes soaked scarlet as she rested quietly against the cold stone.
She silently watched what lay ahead.
The dense night was so immovable... as though it had severed this Jadeface fairy's path to survival.
Perhaps Gong Qiulan could defeat any one of these demons alone. Even against three or five joining forces, she might not fall behind.
But once they united and launched a siege without regard for the cost... even someone at Wandering Void Sea Perfection would find little hope of turning the tide.
Watching the dozen-odd demons pressing closer step by step, she suddenly revealed a helpless smile.
"What a pity..."
A breakthrough in the heat of battle was, in the end, something that existed only in legends.
The path of cultivation had always been taken one step at a time, every step requiring tempering through a thousand hammerings and ten thousand beatings.
Trying to forcibly cross the threshold that had trapped her for years in such a certain-death predicament, stepping into the Myriad-Forms Heaven Realm, was truly a fool's dream.
"..."
White Horse silently lowered