The power of this arrow might no longer match what it once was, but that was only in regard to her; to everyone else, the might of this sword was still enough to speak of destroying heaven and annihilating sky!
Han Yan's heart felt as if it were pierced through by a sharp blade, as if it were torn into shreds!
In her mind, a scene from memory resurfaced once more: a vast, distant Earth that seemed both faraway and eerily familiar, countless commoners dying amidst the flames of war, helpless women crying out in grief, newborn infants ignorant of the world stretching out tiny arms, letting out tender wails.
Sword Light flashed past, blood light soared to the heavens; in the city that had already become a ruin, blood flowed like rivers, only those pairs of lifeless eyes, carrying Life's final despair, gazed upon this world that was no different from Hell.
