A faint white light appeared on the horizon, initially just a subtle glimmer resembling twilight's dim glow, but it expanded in an instant into a massive slash spanning kilometers.
Zhang Shidao almost faced a fatal blow, but luckily, his prepared avatars were plentiful, blocking yet another lethal strike for him. He had no choice but to retreat shamefully back into the defensive circle formed by the divine spirits.
Now, he understood.
That girl was not someone who could be reasoned with or communicated using human logic. No wonder she turned hostile at the drop of a hat and killed people as though they were mere roadside weeds. It wasn't due to decisiveness—it was due to pure madness.
Once someone like her sets their mind on something, persuasion becomes futile.
