At this moment.
A figure dressed in black was rushing through the forest. Lan Yiyi was fleeing on her own, looking extremely bedraggled.
After escaping from the ancestral land.
One confidant after another fell, sacrificing themselves to cover her escape, and even Lanhe died in front of her. Thinking about the words "sorry" uttered before Lanhe's death, her feelings were incredibly complex, and any lingering resentment in her heart vanished completely.
Lan Yiyi sighed softly.
She didn't know if she could escape, but her hope was slim.
The Southern Border Alliance was in full pursuit, their attack was too fierce, and now she was utterly alone. Just before, she nearly encountered a mortal crisis. If it weren't for a burst of energy at a critical moment, she wouldn't have been able to break through the encirclement.
In her mind appeared a supernaturally powerful figure—Ning Qi.
"So he's that strong."
She mocked herself.
