My Sword Strikes Fast and True, With Little Pain

The Soul-Fixing Nail was forced out and fell to the ground with two loud clinks.

Nanli's head throbbed, and the pain spread to her chest, making her feel as though her heart was being torn apart. Even after a thousand years, she could still feel the agony of being wounded all over.

But the suffering did not end there.

She was trapped within the God-Slaying Formation, unable to move even an inch, and the pain was indescribable.

Faces flashed in her mind: Qingwu, Yan Buxiu, Shanhai, Ji Chengyi, Valley Lord Yang, and Palace Master Du. Together, they had activated the God-Slaying Formation, their eyes filled with excitement and cruelty.

Within the formation, she lay in a pool of her own blood, already on the verge of death.

Valley Lord Yang hesitated, his hand hovering, but Qingwu immediately shouted, "Don't hesitate! Don't stop! If we don't drain her strength, she'll have the chance to retaliate, and it'll be us who die!"