Her.
"Hehehehe—"
That string of laughter gave her goosebumps. Yet her pursuer kept trailing her like a restless ghost.
Wherever she went, they followed.
They were so fast she could not hope to match them. Just as they were about to catch up, Dongfang Minghui stopped on a tree and unleashed all the spiritual energy in her body, sending every leaf around her floating into the air.
"Get the hell away from me!"
Her pursuer froze for a moment. By the time they tried to dodge, it was already too late, and leaves struck them one after another.
Bloody cuts streaked their face and body.
Dongfang Minghui seized the chance to slip away, fleeing dozens of yards in the blink of an eye.
This was her first attempt at using something other than flying needles. Next time, she would have to try throwing knives and see if those worked.
"Minghui, hurry up! They're catching up!"
Dongfang Minghui wanted to cry. That last attack had nearly drained her spiritual energy dry. Her chances of escaping this time were probably less than ten percent.