One against three, Wufu completely took out the three men, her entire energy drained, with numerous new wounds, compounded by the internal injury from earlier, she felt utterly emptied, trembling continuously.
Her abdomen ached faintly, and Wufu furrowed her brow, her shaking hand brushing over it back and forth, trying to calm the child inside.
After just catching her breath a bit, Wufu's body froze as she perked her ears, hearing distant clamors from the mountain below approaching.
"Damn it, when will it end!" Wufu cursed.
She looked around, grabbing her short sword that had fallen to the ground, glanced around once more, supported by the sword, she created a chaotic trail in one direction before retreating in the opposite direction.
She was exhausted, her abdomen was acting strange, she couldn't fight anymore, even if she did, victory was impossible, she could only run, she couldn't let them capture her to threaten Ah Jiu.
