The footsteps behind her were like the enemy's thousands of troops; each step resounded, striking her internal organs.
Lian Xinying had no time to think, only to let go of everything and rush forward mindlessly.
Even if her arms were covered in red marks and bloodstains... she couldn't care less now, as long as she could escape the claws of evil, as long as she had a breath left...
As time ticked by, Lian Xinying's entire body ached with the run, drenched with sweat, until after crossing several acres of wasteland, she finally saw a relatively easier path.
Her stomach hurt so much... she wished to stop and rest, but she couldn't stop.
The enemy was right behind her.
Lian Xinying was fleeing with her bag.
Now, the bag on her arm had become a burden.
After a brief moment of thought, she threw the bag onto the ground.
It was this action by Lian Xinying that made the woman who had been closely chasing her stop in her tracks.