Xiao Yu pressed her lips tightly together, her gaze cold and focused, with two small flecks of blood on her left cheek.
Just now, a piece of flesh had been sliced off her left shoulder, splattering blood all over half her neck, staining the left side of her front.
Xiao Yu knew that death was gradually engulfing her.
In her youthful bloom, although she often ventured the Jianghu escorting goods, she never thought she would die.
However, now she seemed to hear the footsteps of death, and the tragic scene of her dying in the forest flashed through her mind.
Though her will was strong, she couldn't help a trace of self-pity rising at this moment.
The pair of sisters in front of her were clearly not teaming up for the first time. Their saber technique was quite well-coordinated from the start.
