Shoulder great responsibilities!

A thin, blue mist was moving fast across the icy, dark space, with Zhen Ru's body shrunk within. She placed a hand on her chest, holding a chestnut-like pellet. The gold pellet had attached to the veins on her wounds, the aroma moving from the pellet to her blood.

Her wound had stopped bleeding by now, and with the energy from the pellet, she slowly regained color on her face.

Filled with fear, she was running at her max speed while curing herself. At the same time, she repeatedly turned her head to check. And every time she did that, her face turned more solemn, her insecurity swelling.

A massive sword made of space energy was flying after her, powerful enough to tear the void and leave many space trenches.

The cold and desolate aura accumulated after billions of years came out of the space cracks as wanting to bring this world to eternal death.