The Bad Girl's Quick Transmigration System: Traveling Back and Forth

When the troops were counted in the early morning, Lin Yi, I and a thousand female soldiers of the Lin family who were above the peak of the Xuan realm set off on horseback.

There are a large number of enemy troops ahead, including 30,000 elite soldiers stationed in the camp, and 50,000 soldiers waiting in the city.

Lin Yi's figure was as fast as lightning, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the sky, and she instantly rushed into the enemy camp. The huge sword in her hand, shining with green light, danced freely in the air like a nimble dragon.

Her swordsmanship was as fierce as a raging storm, each strike carrying the force of thunder. In a flash of sword light, the enemy's weapons were severed and their bodies were ruthlessly torn apart. Lin Yi's sword force was like a surging river, uninterrupted and suffocating.

She weaves through the crowd with unerring ease, elusive like a ghost. Sometimes she swerves to dodge an enemy's attack, sometimes she leaps into the air to deliver a fatal blow from above. Her movements are nimble and agile, each one imbued with immense power.

Under Lin Yi's sword, enemy heads tumbled, blood splattering everywhere. Her eyes were cold and resolute, revealing a kind of contempt for the enemy. She exuded a powerful aura, as if declaring her invincibility to the world.

As time passed, Lin Yi gradually slaughtered the entire 30,000-strong enemy camp. Corpses lay scattered across the ground, blood flowed like a river, and the air was thick with the scent of blood. Meanwhile, Lin Yi, covered in blood, looked like a god of death descended upon the earth. Her eyes remained cold and resolute, her steps steady and powerful, and her sword shone with a radiant green light, as if it would never cease.

Then, the young general Lin Yi, possessing the strength of a peak Celestial Realm, appeared, atop a snow-white warhorse, seemingly treading through the clouds. Her figure was tall and agile, her battle robe rustling in the wind like a banner, guiding her forward courageously.

In her hand, she clutched a vast, gleaming, cyan sword. Its hilt was inlaid with dazzling gems, its blade etched with mysterious runes. Every ray of light radiated an immense majesty. Lin Yi's gaze was firm and piercing, gazing forward like a hawk. Her beautiful, resolute face betrayed a determination and courage unwavering in the face of death.

The wind roared past, raging like a raging wave, sending her hair flying, yet it couldn't shake her at all. Her steed neighed, its hooves clattering through the air, as if the very earth itself were trembling. Wherever the horse's hooves trod, dust rose in a billowing cloud, a testament to her courage.

Lin Yi, alone on horseback, galloped toward the city behind the main camp. Her figure seemed insignificant in the wind, but her aura was as majestic as a mountain. She had only one conviction in her heart: to fight through the city with the 50,000-strong army behind her and bring the dawn of victory to the Great Xia court and its people.

Her speed grew faster and faster, streaking through the air like lightning. The horse's sweat mixed with her own, forming streams of shimmering water. Her breathing was rapid and powerful, each breath a declaration of her resolve to the enemy.

Finally, the city appeared before her eyes, its towering walls like an impassable barrier. But Lin Yi didn't hesitate. She swung her giant cyan sword, the blade drawing a brilliant arc in the air, and with a fierce sword aura, she charged towards the city gate.