Boom—The eighth lightning bolt, slowly approaching. Gu Yelin once again released a terrifying aura of death.
Everyone's actions became fiercer, treating An Yiqing as a mortal enemy, wishing to tear her to pieces.
Looking at the ugly faces of the people in front of her, An Yiqing felt desolate. For the first time, she reflected on her life-long ambition to heal others—why couldn't she save their hearts?!
Was everything she worked for meant for these people?!
Slowly turning her head, she reluctantly cast a glance at the man amidst the lightning. Gu Yelin seemed to sense her gaze, his body trembled, and the aura of death grew denser.
An Yiqing turned away, not noticing Gu Yelin's change. She slowly raised a piece of Purple Crystal Stone, glaring coldly at the crowd.
