"Little girl, you dare offend my sister? Today you must die. No matter who you are, no one can save you."
As the cultivators behind chased after her, shimmering treasures and blade aura flickered everywhere; the arrogance of those cultivators was fully revealed in such scenes.
As these scenes just began to unfold, Lin Yuyu's face, who was fleeing forward, became even paler.
Her body became staggeringly unstable.
Just as despair filled her eyes, a silhouette flashed within her gaze; it was a remarkably sturdy, unusually clean, and concise figure.
That silhouette held a trace of loneliness, some isolation, and a touch of desolation.
Upon seeing this figure, Lin Yuyu displayed a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, "Is it you? I didn't expect that before my death, I could still see you, even if it's an illusion before dying, it's good enough."
"At least, I can still see you here, isn't that so?"
