The giant withered tree, towering enough to block out the sun, held a slender figure suspended from its branches. She hung her head low, her beautiful golden hair fluttering in the wind while her white robe bore the blackened marks of electric shock; the dim Holy Light shining conspicuously against the gloomy sky.
Tap tap tap!
The graceful figure leapt across the collapsing giant temple, each jump leaving ripple-like effects in the void. The tree was truly enormous—the deer, though appearing to be close, ran for a long time and still hadn't reached the base of the withered tree.
Shao Zifeng's right hand clenched tightly around the hilt of his sword, his gaze following the deer's figure. Although he hadn't encountered any danger in this space yet, he still couldn't help but worry. However, Gjestaf's condition was very poor, and they might not be able to hold on until their arrival, so he had no choice but to let the deer go ahead alone.
