As the battlefield returned to tranquility, Qin Xi steadied herself.
At this time, she glanced at the deceased Yan Mingshan and his companion, and a slight smile finally emerged on her solemn face, her heart releasing a long sigh of relief.
In her heart, recalling the breathtaking moments just past, she couldn't help but feel a trace of fortune.
Because she was very clear that although that dangerous process was only a momentary instance, seemingly brief and effortlessly passed,
the situation at that time was extremely perilous, and had she hesitated for an instant, the outcome might have been entirely different.
Moreover, at that moment when the two Golden Seals struck, she distinctly felt the breath of death.
In that instant, her entire body had felt a fatal chill, and even her Divine Soul trembled.
That feeling, every time she recalled it, would send a chill down her spine.