Fey felt no joy at her victory. In fact, she felt very little as her body was as numb as ice. Her swords were bloody but it was long dried as she had been unable to move as she wanted a few days ago.
Lind had not given a direct order to her but she knew how her Father thought. She also did not want to waste more time with negotiations or needless battles.
Some heeded the warning but the Sovereign Lands were a lost cause to start with. She nearly dropped her swords as her legs began to weaken.
An Immortal using Dao, no matter how compatible, paid a steep price. She had used 2 at once to topple peak Sovereign Tiers like dolls.
In exchange, she would be bed ridden at best or suffer being crippled at worst.
A clacking sound suddenly reached her and she frowned but she had no power remaining.
