Bai Zhirui clenched her teeth as well, continuously casting various forms of magic, engaging in a strategic dance with her opponent.
Her hands swiftly formed incantation gestures, with a milky-white Purifying World Holy Fire guarding her body. She flew rapidly while using it to fend off the attacks from the Nether Spirit Race Cultivator behind her.
Time ticked by second by second, and Bai Zhirui's physical and spiritual power were rapidly depleting, yet her resolve only grew stronger.
"I can definitely hold on, I must!" she kept encouraging herself in her heart.
"Little girl! Die for me!"
At this moment, the Nether Spirit Race Cultivator roared in anger.
Bai Zhirui's divine thought moved, and she saw a giant wing suddenly appear behind this cultivator, blazing with black flames.
The flames surged and turned into a giant black claw mark in the air, striking towards Bai Zhirui.
"Boom...!"
