The night was as cool as water, and the moonlight like fine sand scattered across the desert below.
In a forest of eroded rock, Red Sleeve was desperately fleeing, leaping over one eroded rock pillar after another, while trying to suppress her breathing to avoid revealing her position.
Behind her, the sound of something breaking through the air continuously echoed.
The Silver Needles, along with sutures, pierced through the rock forest like the embroidery needles of the Grim Reaper, easily puncturing all obstacles along the way.
And behind the line of Silver Needles, Lin Xue was pursuing her with a scythe in hand.
Red Sleeve felt miserable. From the moment the opponent changed her way of thinking, she knew the Mind Reading Technique was no longer working.