Memories Of A Demigod [III]

Zhang Xiu Ying sat behind the closed doors as she gathered herself after a gruesome encounter with the dreads. What in heaven's tears, got into them? How could entities like that even existed? She asked herself thoughtfully. They were more than mere mutation, they were heavens forsaken. Despite her advancing due to the energy water, she had only managed to escape them by pushing vast amount of chi and her divine energy into her evasion technique.

The defensive formation on her robe had been exhausted after bearing much of the brunt of the dreads. Even with the robe, she had barely escaped with long scratches and slahes to her body. That was mainly due to her own evasive skills. Checking her body properly, she put one bloodroot medicinal pill into her mouth as she tilted her backwards. The injuries were nothing that medicinal pills couldn't take care of.