A gentle breeze suddenly stirred within the dense, airless wall of trees, causing green leaves to flutter and dance in the wind. Ji Xiaoxiao felt a pang of doubt, and a sense of trepidation inexplicably arose within her; she involuntarily swallowed hard.

The green leaves seemed to possess sentience, falling one after another onto Ji Xiaoxiao. Sensing something amiss, Ji Xiaoxiao was about to move when a gust of wind swept in, forcefully pulling the green leaves towards her. These harmless natural objects were surprisingly sharp as knives.

After the green tornado, Ji Xiaoxiao was left in tattered clothes, her legs weak and limp on the ground, her hands dripping with water, and tiny wounds that were deep enough to expose the bone, the bright red blood thick as if it were coated with flour.

Blood stained the green red, and black created the vibrant colors.

Zhao Batian did not stop when he saw that Ji Xiaoxiao's injuries were serious and her life was in danger. Instead, he intensified his attack and became even more ruthless. A wisp of green mist surged out from under Zhao Batian's feet, followed by the sound of venomous snakes crawling openly.

Four thick vines wrapped around Ji Xiaoxiao's limbs, and with a slight pull, Ji Xiaoxiao was bound in mid-air. At this moment, the green leaves came again, but not as roughly as before; they fell carefully one by one, and Ji Xiaoxiao couldn't help but groan.

Ji Xiaoxiao underestimated Zhao Batian's strength. Otherwise, knowing his power, she would never have associated with him. Her injuries worsened, and before Zhao Batian could brutally beat her to death, Ji Xiaoxiao bled to death.

No longer able to hold back, Ji Xiaoxiao unleashed the full power of the White Lotus Sacred Technique, pushing the thick vines apart. As soon as she gained her freedom, Ji Xiaoxiao rushed towards Zhao Batian, her weapon aimed directly at his face.