On the devastated ground, a woman is sitting with a somewhat blank expression.
“…”
Along with the heavily subdued air, the woman’s eyes also look dull as if exhausted.
Click.
Grasping the sword placed in front of her, the woman raises her body using it as a lever.
Because she couldn’t sit there just because her body and mind were tired.
She must not show a weak appearance.
Renewing that mindset, she barely raises her body.
“Haa….”
While raising herself, her head feels slightly dizzy. It seems the backlash has come because she tried to forcibly use her energy.
Because she stopped after trying to raise it, the pain is even more severe.
“Cough-!”
The Small Sword Saint suddenly coughs roughly. Blood mixed with the cough wets the ground.
She glances around, examines the gazes, and wipes her lips.
“…”
Tap tap.
Right after erasing even the blood on the ground with her toes.
At the same time, she takes out a small bamboo container from her bosom and gulps down the contents.
Only after drinking the entire container can she let out a sigh.
“….”
She looks around with dried eyes.
Powerful lightning energy still remains, burning the ground.
Trees uprooted by the wind pressure are fallen all around.