Feifei’s Endless Troubles

"Huff…huff…" A lady with fiery hair panted atop what resembled a hill, trembling in pain as her body burned. The blood from the hill was burning her as its essence seeped into her, causing her unimaginable pain. 

Nevertheless, she stood strong, weakly raising her hand, pointing her blade at the ground of people before her. They were holding a variety of weapons, but all of them were injured. Some of them lacked limbs, but their eyes expressed immense hatred, enough to trade in their lives to kill the other party.

Lying around on the ground were the corpses of more than a thousand people, dismembered into various shapes and sludges. The cause for most of the damage had been the hill-like creature the fiery lady stood upon. 

Eyes brimming with hatred, a man that sported numerous gashes all over his body stared at the fiery-haired lady, grunting, "Feifei, today is the day we'll settle scores. It's either you or us. One will die today."