Her.
"Hehehehe-"
That string of laughter made goosebumps rise all over her skin. Yet her pursuer kept following her like a restless ghost.
Wherever she went, they followed.
They were so fast she could only stare, unable to match their speed. Seeing that they were about to catch up, Dongfang Minghui stopped on a tree and released all the spiritual power 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 leaf after leaf struck them.
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 again and see whether she could use throwing knives.
"Minghui, hurry up! They're catching up!"
Dongfang Minghui wanted to cry. That last move had almost drained her spiritual power dry. Her chances of escaping this time were probably less than ten percent.