In the depths of the Endless Void, the ancient darkness was like an eternal, dark mirror.
HUFF! HUFF!
Dressed in green robes, Gongsun Jiuniang's chest heaved like a bellows. Her garments were stained with blood as she and the four Saints beside her stared with bitter smiles at the eleven Saints opposing them—a mix from the Demon Race, Alien Races, and various other sects.
Five against eleven. They were trapped in a desperate situation.
All around them, eleven immense Saint Dao Laws sealed off a vast expanse of the Void.
Gongsun Jiuniang pursed her lips, a flicker of indignation in her beautiful eyes. "My brothers and sisters, I'm the one who dragged you into this! I'll hold them off for a while. All of you, go now!"
Zhang Han flicked his longsword. "Junior Sister, we've known each other since we were nobodies and came up together from our youth. I can't just leave you behind alone!"
TWANG!
A clear melody rang out, like the sound of a gurgling spring.
