A month later, in the same dense forest, Lin Jing raced through the trees in white robes. Silver light flickered beneath her feet, accompanied by the faint rumble of wind and thunder, driving her speed to the point where the naked eye could barely follow her.
Not far ahead of her, a blue-green leopard-like beast darted through the forest. Yet this Wind-Attribute Beast, renowned for its speed, could not shake Lin Jing off. Instead, she rapidly caught up, and amid flashes of silver light, another fierce battle began.
Over the past month, the battles between Lin Jing and the beasts had destroyed most of the trees in this forest. But for Xiao Yan, who possessed the Life Spirit Flame, restoring them took no more than a flick of his fingers. This was precisely the training ground he had deliberately prepared for Lin Jing.
Boom! The battle ended after barely a dozen breaths. With a thunderous crash, the beast, whose strength rivaled the peak of the Creation Realm, slammed into the ground. A spear pierced straight through its skull, snuffing out its life completely.
Compared to a month ago, Lin Jing was practically a different person. Back then, even a beast far weaker than herself could leave her scrambling in a panic. Now, however, she could easily kill a high-level beast a minor realm above her own. Her progress was unmistakable.
After a month of bloody combat, Lin Jing had gained a sharp edge, her bearing carrying a hint of deadly severity. There was no trace of awkwardness as she flowed from one move to another; she had clearly integrated all the martial arts she knew into a seamless whole. She even felt confident that, if she fought her past self from a month ago, she could defeat her easily without