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

The faces of the numerous archers and crossbowmen were grim as they stood in unison, forming a chilling defensive line. Each one tightly gripped a bow or controlled a massive crossbow cart, aiming their cold arrows at Li Qingwan, who was tightly bound by a giant net not far away.

At this moment, Li Qingwan was like a lamb to be slaughtered, completely unable to escape this terrible fate. Her beautiful face was distorted by fear, and tears slid down her cheeks, but this did not arouse the executioners' pity at all.

A sharp command rang out, and instantly, the sounds of vibrating bowstrings and firing crossbows intertwined, forming a melody of death. The first volley swept in like a violent storm! Dense feathered arrows and thick, heavy crossbow bolts surged like a surging tide, roaring towards Li Qingwan with overwhelming force.

These deadly weapons drew arcs in the air, rushing straight towards their targets with a sharp sound of wind. Although Li Qingwan twisted her body with all her might in the giant net to avoid it, the giant net firmly restricted her movements, leaving her with nowhere to escape.

In the blink of an eye, the first wave of feather arrows pierced Li Qingwan's body fiercely. They easily tore through her delicate skin, embedding deeply into it. Blood immediately gushed out, staining the surrounding giant net red. Immediately afterwards, more feather arrows and crossbow bolts followed, repeatedly hitting and piercing her fragile body.

Li Qingwan let out a series of shrill screams, echoing through the sky and lingering in the air for a long time. Her cries were filled with pain, despair, and unwillingness, like the final roar of a wounded beast in its death throes. However, no matter how she cried for mercy, the archers and crossbowmen continued to fire without mercy, wave after wave, as if there would be no end.

Sharp arrows bit into her body like poisonous snakes, bringing a sharp pain. Her screams resounded throughout the battlefield, as if it was a desperate protest against this cruel fate.

Then, the second round, the third round...round after round of volleys followed like surging waves. Li Qingwan's body was instantly covered with arrows, as if she was a scarecrow pierced by thousands of arrows.

Each arrow pierced her body with deadly force. Blood gushed from the wounds like a fountain, staining her originally black leather breastplate red. The armor was studded with crossbow bolts, their tips flashing coldly, as if mocking her powerlessness.

Her leather shorts weren't spared either, soaked in blood and riddled with arrows like the spines of a hedgehog. Her exposed abdomen was a gruesome sight, densely packed with crossbow bolts and arrows. Each one dug deep into her flesh, causing piercing pain.

Her body felt as if it had been pierced by thousands of arrows, densely packed with hundreds of crossbow bolts and arrows. From a distance, she looked like a creepy hedgehog! Those sharp arrows mercilessly tore through her delicate skin, wantonly destroying her previously intact body tissues.

At this moment, her face, which should have been charming and beautiful, had lost all color, pale as a sheet of white paper. Beads of sweat kept rolling down her forehead, soaking her messy hair. Her lips, trembling in extreme pain, had long lost their former rosy luster, replaced by a pale white.

The most lethal of all was the massive crossbow bolt that lodged itself deep within her navel. With overwhelming force, the bolt pierced her fragile frame from the navel and whistled out from her back. As the bolt shot out, a long, crimson string of blood splattered, leaving a startling trail in the air. That line of blood seemed like the thread of her rapidly fading life, each drop carrying with it unbearable pain and endless struggle.

Her once bright and moving eyes were now filled with despair and pain. Despite this, she struggled to stand up, but her wounded body seemed completely out of her control, unable to move as she wished. Her limbs trembled limply, like a candle in the wind, and it seemed as if she would collapse to the ground in an instant.

At this moment, the entire world around her gradually became blurred in her eyes. Only the seemingly endless pain and the shadow of death that followed her like a shadow always enveloped her tightly, refusing to leave...

Her face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color, as if the light of life was gradually fading from her face. Her eyes were filled with despair and pain, which was the fear of death and helplessness towards fate.

Each arrow was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly cutting her body and making her pain worse. Her body trembled in the pain, like a leaf in the wind, which could wither at any time.

Finally, Li Qingwan's body could no longer endure the endless torture, and she slowly faded away amidst her screams. Her wail gradually grew fainter, eventually fading into the air, leaving only a dead silence. The battlefield was filled with the strong smell of blood, the scent of death, as if heralding the tragic end of this brutal battle.

Li Qingwan's body drooped limply in the giant net, as if she had lost all life. Her body was densely packed with feather arrows and crossbow bolts, each one deeply embedded in her skin, some even piercing through her body, revealing the sharp arrowhead.

Her leather armor had long been stained red with blood, and the torn strips of cloth fluttered gently in the breeze. Blood continued to flow from her wounds, gathering into a dark red pool that spread out at her feet.

Li Qingwan's face was twisted beyond recognition by extreme agony, every muscle trembling as if being devoured by a thousand poisonous insects. Her eyes were wide open, nearly popping out of their sockets, a manifestation of utter fear and despair at the prospect of death. Her lips trembled, but she could only utter faint moans, a sound like a wail emanating from the depths of hell, terrifying and chilling.

Her hair, a tangled mess, tumbled across her shoulders, mingling with the blood, creating a strange and tragic scene. Blood continuously flowed from her wounds, streaming through her hair and staining her clothes a shocking red. Feathered arrows and crossbow bolts dangled from her body, making sharp sounds, as if mocking her fragility and helplessness.

Some of the incredibly sharp arrowheads, like the fangs of a demon, embedded themselves deeply into her delicate frame. With unstoppable force, they easily pierced her tough muscles and hard bones, even leaving behind shattered, bloody tissue. The sheer horror of the scene was unbearable to watch, as if one could smell the nauseatingly thick, bloody stench in the air with just one glance.

Li Qingwan's hands, which should have been filled with strength and vitality, now seemed to have been drained of all vitality, hanging limply at her sides. Her slender fingers were slightly bent, as if she was still making a final struggle, trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope that had long since disappeared.

Yet, the cruelty of fate weighed relentlessly upon her like an insurmountable mountain. Her life, fragile as a candle in the wind, faltered under the impenetrable, icy hail of arrows. Each arrow, like a sharp dagger, pierced her body mercilessly, bringing endless pain.

Her once heart-wrenching screams had been like a meteor in the night sky, fleeting and dazzling. However, the boundless silence was like a vast black hole, swallowing her voice without a trace. Now, only an eerie, heart-pounding silence remained, as if the entire world had fallen into a deathly silence because of her tragic departure.

Finally, her already shaky body, like a fragile straw battered by a violent storm, could no longer withstand the continuous, mountain-like blows and injuries. With a dull thud, her knees suddenly gave way. Then, like a puppet with its strings cut, she flung herself straight towards the massive, icy net, collapsing heavily into it in a horrifically awkward position.

Her head, which had been lowered, now seemed to have completely lost all the strength to hold it up, and could only droop limply and lifelessly on her chest. Her eyes, once bright and shining, now became empty and confused, completely devoid of their former vitality. She looked like a criminal about to be beheaded and displayed to the public, revealing endless helplessness and despair.

Especially when people saw her kneeling in the net, they couldn't help but feel a surge of pity. She looked so much like a sinner who had committed an unforgivable crime, kneeling in deep fear and repentance. Yet, for this poor woman, she had clearly done nothing wrong! Yet, at this final, crucial moment, her dignity was cruelly and ruthlessly trampled upon. Her humiliating posture made her look like someone kneeling in humble repentance, filled with an indescribable sense of grievance.

The crimson blood that flowed from her body flowed like a crimson torrent, rapidly spreading across the ground beneath her. It formed horrifying pools of blood, like a gorgeous flower blooming on the brink of death. Every drop seemed to speak of her pain and unwillingness, moving the audience deeply.