Is there any escape now?
Even Monks Cang Long and Fu Hu have already fallen.
What can she do?
Beg for mercy on her knees?
She is not that kind of person; even if she dies, she would rather die standing!
Dying in Jinzhou is also being with her husband.
So her husband won't be lonely in the afterlife.
Recalling her life, no time could compare to how carefree and happy she was these days.
Even if she dies now, she is content.
The only regret is that she didn't see her husband's last face.
Thinking about it.
Yu Qinghan expressionless, clenched her hand, and a Beihan long halberd flew over.
Making a crisp ding sound.
Then she leaped up and turned to charge at the old fiend of Netherworld.
Dominant magic power erupted wildly, and this halberd carried an invincible brute force.
Seeing this, the old fiend of Netherworld revealed a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Since you're courting death, don't blame me!"