"Don't waste them, all of you, bring your weapons over."

No one dared to.

Jiang Qingwan remained silent.

"Wang Hao, cut her down."

Wang Hao seemed to understand something, gripped the knife with both hands, and slashed down fiercely again.

At this moment, Yun Xiaoran had already crawled in halfway.

Raise your hand to block.

With a snap, one of her arms was cleanly severed.

She could no longer feel the pain; she just stood there, dumbfounded, holding up her severed arm.

Wang Hao was overjoyed.

"It actually works."

The other soldiers quickly extended all their knives in front of Jiang Qingwan.

Jiang Qingwan reached out to wipe it, but after wiping it a few times, Li Dou pulled her away.

"It can't flow anymore."

Without saying a word, he wrapped Jiang Qingwan's wound with a strip of cloth.

Jiang Qingwan did not resist.

His eyes were cold and sharp as he looked at the soldiers who had smeared blood.

"What are you standing there for? Charge out!"

As if divinely inspired, Wang Hao raised his hand and slammed it down on Yun Xiaoran.

Yun Xiaoran had both arms cut off.

Seemingly realizing the danger, they quickly retreated.

At the same time, it let out a shrill scream.

Jiang Qingwan then tore down the defensive array.

Wang Hao led his men out with a roar, slicing through Yun Xiaoran like cutting melons and vegetables.

Just as they were about to chop off her head, a group of iron-faced zombies suddenly attacked.

They immediately engaged in battle.

Jiang Qingwan walked up to Yun Xiaoran.

Her blood stained the wound, and demonic energy was emanating from it.

Yun Xiaoran deflated like a punctured bun.

My whole body felt limp and weak.

The wound, which had stopped bleeding, started gushing blood again.

Yun Xiaoran struggled, trying to reach out and strangle Jiang Qingwan.

But all that could be lifted with difficulty were the two severed arms.

She was unwilling to accept it, but the pain was excruciating.

The crimson eyes lost their madness and regained a brief moment of clarity.

Her voice trembled so much it was almost inaudible.

"Jiang Qingwan...why aren't you dead yet!"

"Why...is it so...unfair!"

Tears mixed with blood slid down his cheeks.

Her life was coming to an end. She arched her body with all her might, struggled to raise her head, and stared intently at Jiang Qingwan.

She was waiting for Jiang Qingwan to say something arrogantly, as if she were the victor.

Jiang Qingwan merely glanced at her indifferently.

There was no sarcasm, no smugness; she was as indifferent as if she were a complete stranger.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.