After a long time, the girl on the branch finally recovered. She was somewhat alive, but her expression was still very dispirited. Her pair of big eyes were bloodshot.
There was no spiritual energy at all. An indescribable fatigue completely enveloped her body.
"Has sister escaped yet?" Crona muttered to herself. She used her remaining hand to support herself on the tree trunk, struggling to get up.
However, due to her severe injuries, her body was too weak and she fell back onto the tree trunk.
Furthermore, due to her actions, the original wound began to bleed again. The blood dripped down the tree trunk into the blood-colored soil below before disappearing.
Looking at the strange scene happening on the blood-colored soil below, Crona's eyes revealed a deep fear. Within that, there were also great intimidation and unease.