The excruciating pain, like a surging, overwhelming tide, completely engulfed her.
It felt as if her internal organs were being violently kneaded and torn apart by a pair of invisible hands, making even breathing excruciatingly painful.
She didn't even have the strength to cry anymore. It was as if her soul had been ripped away. She just sat there blankly on the ground, staring at the sky with empty, lifeless eyes.
She stared intently at the spot where Qin Qianluo had last disappeared, as if if she looked long enough, that familiar figure would miraculously reappear.
She was immersed in endless grief, and everything around her was irrelevant to her. The whole world seemed to consist only of the empty sky and her heart, which was shattered into countless pieces.
When Yao Guang and his group saw the red figure disappear, their hearts tightened.
It felt as if an invisible and icy hand had gripped their hearts tightly, the pain almost suffocating them.
In their extreme anxiety and grief, they did not hesitate to take flight on their swords, no longer heeding Qin Qianluo's instructions.
The sound of swords pierced the sky, sharp and loud, like a flock of angry birds rushing swiftly towards the direction of the Heavenly Dao.
Their eyes burned with a fierce rage—anger at the ways of Heaven, resentment at losing the regent, and a relentless pursuit of justice.
It was as if they wanted to use their own bodies as swords to fight the heavens to the death.
Even if it means being shattered to pieces, we must seek justice for the Regent and make Heaven pay the price for His actions.
However, the Heavenly Dao merely raised its hand slightly, the movement casual, but its eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if the people in front of it were just a group of insignificant ants.
An overwhelming and suffocating force surged forth like a tidal wave, seemingly originating from the depths of the universe, carrying the momentum to destroy everything.
It was like an invisible giant hand, instantly sending Yao Guang and the others flying.
Like kites with broken strings, everyone fell uncontrollably, tracing desperate arcs in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
It emitted a dull, desperate sound, raising a cloud of dust.
They struggled painfully on the ground, trying to get up again, but found that all their strength seemed to have been drained, every inch of their skin was in excruciating pain, and their bones felt like they were falling apart.
They could only watch helplessly as the will of Heaven turned, their eyes filled with tears of resentment, anger, and despair, their hearts overflowing with helplessness against fate and hatred for the will of Heaven.
At this moment, the Heavenly Dao's defenses were like an impregnable steel fortress, becoming increasingly formidable.
The one He just easily knocked down was clearly a member of the Sword Sect; His keen, eagle-like perception was absolutely correct.
But when exactly did they arrive here? I hadn't noticed anything amiss at all.
A nameless unease, like a dark shadow, spread rapidly through the heart of the Heavenly Dao, coiling around every nerve of His like spider silk.
It was as if something of paramount importance had slipped out of His control and was heading in an unknown direction, and this unknown filled Him with deep fear.
This sense of loss of control made Heaven feel inexplicably flustered, and an unprecedented fear quietly crept into His heart.
Like a cold snake, it slowly slithered through the depths of His heart.
The vigilance in his beautiful eyes grew stronger, like a deep, dark pool, yet also exuding a chilling aura, as if he could see through all the conspiracies in the world.
Like a beast that has sensed danger, its fur stood on end as it stared intently at its surroundings, not missing a single, minute movement.
Every pore is vigilantly sensing changes in its surroundings, ready to respond to any potential crisis.
Just as everyone was immersed in heartbreak, their hearts were ashen, and they were prepared to die, and Heaven gradually relaxed its vigilance, thinking that the overall situation was settled.
A voice, like a thunderclap, suddenly exploded between heaven and earth.
The voice carried an untamed and unrestrained wildness, as if it disregarded everything in the world.
She exudes an innate pride and confidence, as if she were the master of this world.
She was filled with boundless rage, as if she had accumulated resentment for thousands of years, and wanted to burn the heavens and earth to ashes, making all things in the world perish with her anger.
"You scoundrel! You're so wary of me, with so many restrictions placed at the exit—do you really think I can't break through them?"
"Ridiculous! You think your pathetic tricks are worthy of being shown to me?"
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