Yet those people remained utterly unaware that their companions had turned into light and vanished.
It was as though some special rule made them instinctively overlook that detail.
These scenes only strengthened the idea in Wang Ying's mind.
Wang Ying had a very clear understanding of herself...
She was no strategist; she did not have a mind like Cao Xueming's.
Nor was she a creator; she did not have Yang Yong's miraculous Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace Sequence.
All she had was the blade in her hand.
Faced with everything before her, all she wanted was to cut through it all.
If she could not, that meant her blade was not strong enough, sharp enough, or wild enough.
Wang Ying kept swinging forward.
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
She had no idea how many days she kept swinging.
In this illusory realm, she never grew hungry or tired...
These conditions, originally disadvantages, now guaranteed that she could keep swinging her blade.
She did not know exactly how much time had passed. In any case, Wang Ying had not counted.
As she swung, her eyes grew redder and redder, and the "maniac" aspect of the Blade Maniac Sequence became increasingly apparent in her.
Faster.
Sharper.
Stronger.
Wang Ying kept pursuing this, seeking to break through that layer of space.
Gradually, through her persistence, Wang Ying finally touched some sort of boundary.
It seemed to be space.
Vaguely, an insight into space emerged in Wang Ying's consciousness...
Perhaps this was not space, either. It should be called a "domain."
A domain.
Wang Ying was overjoyed.
This method really worked!
Brute force really did work miracles.
Faster!
As long as my blade is faster, I can cleave this illusory space apart!
Meanwhile, in the outside world.
The Survival Convoy.
Zheng Xiaofeng and Xiao Xuan