The night was as dark as ink, with misty shadows shrouding the continuous mountain forest.
In the northwest direction, within the dense forest, a figure was swiftly moving through it.
The sound of heavy breathing echoed.
Under the pale moonlight, the silhouette of the Western Regions Saintess, Long Wan Yue, darted through the forest. Her skirt brushed past dew-laden branches, and the splashing droplets soaked her clothes, bringing a hint of bloodstained light.
Her clothes were stained with blood, her face pale in the moonlight with a mix of anger and resentment. She moved like a teleporting shadow, flickering tens of meters in an instant, swiftly weaving through the mountains and forests.
She was seriously injured, yet she dared not stop even for a moment. The faint bell sound coming from behind was like the beat of a drum urging her to her death, pounding on her taut nerves.
