Guu Xueeyou painstakingly lifted her head.
The young girl standing at the airlock exuded a cold demeanor. Despite her young age and being surrounded by so many people, there was an inherent aura about her that seemed to command the interstellar realm.
In that instant, a thought echoed in Guu Xueeyou's mind: She has no weaknesses.
No weaknesses—that's terrifying.
Guu Xueeyou's lips trembled slightly, her face paled from the cold. She wore just ordinary clothes, a long dress that enhanced her elegance. Being held by the neck and hoisted up like that, she didn't even care about maintaining her grace anymore—her mind was consumed with thoughts of survival.
Her body was extremely cold, the air was frigid, breathing was difficult, and there was pressure from all around.
If it weren't for her spiritual power, she might not have lasted three minutes.
