Sure, here is the translation:
"00:07"
Meanwhile, Zhao Ji wielded the long sword, slaying the clones of Longchuan Ying, her eyebrows tightly furrowed.
At this moment, she realized she was in a predicament.
Given sufficient time, she would definitely be able to kill this Pseudo-God King who had strayed down the wrong path.
But the problem was, she seemed to be running out of time.
Just now, Qiu Tu conveyed to her through sound transmission, telling her he could help her power nearly reach the level of a "Heavenly God" and that she should go ahead.
But she knew that all power in this world comes at a cost. Considering her strength and talent, the resources required to make her power nearly reach the level of a "Heavenly God" must be enormous.
Qiu Tu didn't say how long, but Zhao Ji knew it wouldn't be long.
That's why she had just accumulated her power for over ten seconds, nurturing her sword momentum, then went on a mad killing spree.
