The makeshift battleground was still horrifyingly fresh with the immediate aftermath of the slaughter. Broken boulders laid shattered everywhere, massive tree barks were scattered like mere toothpicks, and the scent of fresh blood was too heavy to ignore.
Aunt Hua smiled a terrifying smile, immensely pleased to know she didn't even have to go out looking for her next target. The target had delivered herself.
Every survival driven part of Mei's brain screamed at her to turn and run as fast as her legs could carry her. But her heart, heavy with grief and desperate hope, completely overriding her nervous system, kept her legs firmly anchored to the spot.
Even if there was only an impossibly tiny chance at using her abilities to heal either Liangyu or Jian, she utterly refused to let go of that opportunity.
Trembling, she tightly clenched her small fists, let out a war cry, and ran right towards the floating executioner.
