Wake up.

Yu Xue Zhao's entire body was bathed in blood, and her naturally charming fox eyes were filled with killing intent. It was unknown whether it was because she had lost too much blood or because she was too tired, but her body was already numb, and she was only swinging her blade with her instincts.

As he killed and killed, unknowingly, Yu Xue Zhao continuously brandished his long blade over a dozen times, but did not manage to cut anything. Looking around in a daze, he saw that all the guards had already been cut down by his blade.

Scattered limbs and heads were scattered all over the ground, all of them dead.

The surroundings were quiet. The insects and birds had fled in fright. Only the wind blew, and the reeds lowered. The wide leaves swept through the air, making rustling sounds.

It was like waves, layer by layer, and all sounds of lament.