This maddening and bloody battle seemed to be drawing to a temporary close.
Like two raging behemoths, both covered in scars and utterly exhausted, needing to shrink back into their lairs to lick their wounds and recover strength.
Everyone thought that in such a hopeless situation, Princess Na Xue would not continue, would not persist in such futile casualties.
In the floating palace in the sky, Princess Na Xue at this moment was like a wounded beast trapped, her eyes bloodshot, her whole being filled with a kind of nearly insane glow.
At this moment, no one dared provoke her, no one dared advise her; anyone daring to counsel retreat would unquestionably meet their death.
