They were facing numerous enemies, under immense psychological pressure, and could only hold on with strength, even at the brink of collapse.
As the fleet commander, Xie Qingxue bore significant responsibility. Her spiritual power gradually dried up, her arms trembling, and her vision darkened.
But as she saw a True Immortal charging towards a warship, she uttered a light cry and mustered the last strands of mana to block the opponent.
Yet she was already at the end of her strength.
The Qingping Sword flew out backward, and Xie Qingxue's body went limp, nearly falling into the sea.
"Elder Xie!"
Watching the Qingping Sword fly out, the disciples on the battleship behind her exclaimed in panic, anxious as they realized they couldn't rescue in time.
The True Immortal had already reached right in front of her. Xie Qingxue only felt the opponent's immortal power surging towards her like waves, with a whistling wind, and she seemed to smell the scent of death in this wind.
