At the Ascension of the Continent of Sorrow and Holy Light, a woman of about twenty or so looked at it expectantly, as if she was waiting for someone.

"Why haven't you come yet," the woman murmured softly, "they said you would come, and I'll be the ...... to wait for you," the woman's voice was inaudible, and she didn't seem to mean to say it to anyone else.

And when Su Mengxi crossed the junction of the two continents, she frowned slightly, and then there was a violent pain like a storm.

The bidding of the body is like being torn apart by someone, and then reorganized and torn again with no gentle technique. The blood began to heat up, as if they were repelling each other, but in a moment, a layer of cold sweat appeared on Su Mengxi's forehead.

"Give up, God wants you to die, you have to die." A voice from nowhere caught her attention. The voice was cold, as if nothing was in sight.

"Give up?" Su Mengxi hooked her lips, as if she had heard a big joke, "In my dictionary, I have never given up this word!" ”

Su Mengxi raised her head, and her good-looking phoenix eyes were full of stubbornness and persistence.

Who is she? A genius girl of the twenty-first century, will she give up? No way!

She bit her lower lip, and she could feel the power in her body rampage, and her blood vessels were showing signs of rupture.

A force swims in the meridians, and that power is not gentle, but brutal.

Hitting her meridians again and again, a huge bead of sweat rolled down her forehead, and she was in no mood to think about anything else. It hurts, that's the only thing she feels right now.

"If you give up, it won't hurt." The cold voice sounded again, but these words made Su Mengxi unhappy.

She closed her eyes and clenched her small hands into fists, not letting herself be silenced by the pain. "Let me give up, whimsical." Her tone was light, but if you listened closely, you could hear the weakness in her tone.

Xu knew Su Mengxi's resoluteness, and the voice no longer sounded, but what greeted Su Mengxi was a more violent blow.

"Uh......" Her voice was very weak, but when she looked up, she could see the stubbornness in her eyes.

Elven blood has the ability to heal, although it is not as good as a race like the Protoss, but it is not simple.

Su Mengxi could feel that his body was torn apart again and again, but because he was mixed-race, he was healed again. She hovered on the edge of despair, but she never fell back.

"Is it worth it to be so persistent?" The cold voice whispered softly, not expecting anyone to answer its own questions.

Is it worth it? Sometimes, she asked herself this question, too. But on closer inspection, the answer is that it's worth it.

She doesn't care what others think, and if she persists like this, she can always get what she wants. With her abilities, there will be a lot of gains, but at the same time, there will be many dangers.

When Su Mengxi wanted to say something, it was as if a vine was wrapping around her, making her unable to move. This was followed by a suffocating and intense pain.

Even she was speechless to be tormented by this unspeakable pain.

Forget about dying like this, Su Mengxi even had such a thought in his mind. A pair of phoenix eyes gradually became godless, the bright color of blood red, the lifeless pain revealed numbness and emptiness, without a trace of luster.

This kind of eyes that seem to lose her heart, her soul is torn and she is close to death, what has she experienced...