"Let that old fool's nonsense be damned, go all out!" In the collapsing world, the black-haired witch shouted vehemently, "Even if I am burnt to death by that sword's black flames, I will take that scumbag down with me!"
Gongsun Ce remembered that intersecting dream, the witch reaching out to him in the sky. This time there was no smile on her face, but she still looked as stubborn and self-reliant as ever. She lived for herself and even at the end of her life, she intended to die in her own way.
What kind of super villainess are you? I was worried you might lose your edge, become disheartened, but the moment I opened my eyes, I saw you even more spirited for battle than me. You really are too strong.
He realized that the powerless little girl had long since died. The Shiyu Ling he knew was self-righteous, selfish, with all sorts of flaws, but was never fragile. She would forcibly stand out in a bloodbath, and would also languidly hold a beer can, talking about her modest dreams.
