Thirty moves.
Fifty moves.
Xu Qing had sustained seven or eight wounds. Her moon-white robes were soaked in blood, and her face was as pale as paper.
Just then, a flash of determination appeared in her eyes.
A violent aura erupted from within her. Her Cultivation surged in that instant, and the light from her sword became sharper than ever before.
She unleashed several slashes in quick succession, forcing back the besieging puppets, and her figure transformed into a streak of light, darting toward the other end of the corridor.
Just as she was about to break through, the Spider Puppet's eight metal legs stabbed at her from the side.
Unable to dodge in time, her left arm was pierced by one of the legs, splattering blood.
She let out a muffled groan but used the force of the blow to increase her speed, finally breaking through the corridor.
The moment she passed through, she staggered and fell to one knee, gasping for breath.
