Star Gate

Lying before Xing Ye was an exquisite maiden, her visage delicate, complexion pallid, and ebony eyebrows slightly furrowed, revealing a hint of youthful pain on her charming countenance.

Astonishment gripped Xing Ye; he had initially assumed the cloaked figure to be a man, only to discover it was, in fact, a woman. A woman of breathtaking beauty.

Her fair hands, akin to alabaster, clutched her abdomen, from whence blood incessantly flowed. Her breath was feeble, teetering on the brink of peril.

Despite the urgency to save her, the relentless assault of the Dragon Trees persisted around them.

Observing his surroundings, Xing Ye's gaze turned frosty. In such dire circumstances, he could not stand idly by.

Hum! The Tiger Sword embedded in the wrapping behind him began to tremble. Subsequently, a stream of light darted forth like lightning, piercing through the branches and merging with the nearby Dragon Trees.