The scimitar plunged into the bodies of the Death Soldiers, and their blood spurted out, splashing into her eyes.
Her vision began to blur, and her head spun immensely.
Yet, she dared not stop the movements of her hands.
She absolutely could not falter.
Yan Lin was still in Cold Pond.
She believed that he must be alright, she needed to deal with these Death Soldiers and then go find him.
Back in Tongzhou, the two armies were still clashing; if she were to die, it would certainly cause a collapse in morale, giving the enemy an opportunity to strike.
She still had two little ones to look after.
They and the Emperor's brother were waiting for her in the capital city.
She had promised them to return safely, and she could not break her word.
Thus, she persevered for a while longer, though Chu Baihan's body was covered in wounds, large and small, numbing her with pain.
"General!"
At that moment, a pained cry reached her ears.
