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

As time passed, Sharla's eyes gradually dimmed, as if their soul had been drained away. Her eyes, once lively and full of life, now resembled two dry wells, hollow and lifeless, as if devoid of the light of life. Her eyes revealed a deep despair and helplessness, as if bidding a final farewell to the world.

The breath of life slowly drained from her, and her body grew cold and stiff, like an abandoned doll. Her lips trembled slightly, those tiny movements a final struggle from deep within. She seemed to want to say something, but no sound emanated. Perhaps her heart still held countless words and emotions, but they were buried forever with her passing.

At this moment, a nauseating, strong, bloody odor permeated her body. This odor, like an invisible net, tightly enveloped everything around her, almost suffocating her. The bloody smell was strong and pungent, like a symbol of death, making it impossible to escape.

At the same time, a warm liquid slowly flowed out from between her legs, forming a clear stream. The stream flowed down her body, relentlessly soaking the soil beneath her. The moist soil and scarlet blood blended together, creating a strange and tragic scene.

Her face was as pale as paper, like a winter snowflake, devoid of any color. Her lips had lost their original rosy color, becoming shriveled and pale, as if drained of vitality. Her once bright eyes had become dull and lifeless, like two broken gems, devoid of their former brilliance.

In this bloody scene, Sharla's figure is like a lonely and sad painting. Her naked body, lying quietly in a pool of blood, is like a withered flower, sad and heartbreaking.

Her skin was as pale as snow, as if covered in a thin layer of frost, lifeless. Blood slowly flowed from her wounds, merging with the pool of blood beneath her, creating a horrifying scene. Her long hair cascaded to the ground, stained red with blood, forming a stark contrast with the surrounding darkness.

Sharla's face was serene and tranquil, as if she had transcended the pain of this world. Her eyes were wide open, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, as if speaking of her beauty and gentleness in life. Her lips were slightly parted, as if whispering her final words.

In this silent moment, time seemed to freeze. Everything around them became blurry, only Sharla's motionless naked body and the ripples in the pool of blood reminded everyone of the tragic battle that once took place here. The wind blew quietly, bringing a hint of coolness, gently brushing Sharla's skin, but it could not awaken her slumbering soul.

The wind plucked up Sharla's hair, sending it dancing through the air like her final dance. Each strand seemed to tell her story, filled with sorrow and helplessness. The wind also blew through the pool of blood beside her, stirring up tiny ripples, as if it were the final stirring of her life.

The whole scene was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere that made people feel suffocated. Sharla's departure was like the end of a nightmare, leaving behind only endless sorrow and memories.

The priests and masters of the Islamic Prophet's Guard were like a group of ferocious beasts, their eyes flashing with fanaticism and murderous intent. They raised their sharp swords, the blades flashing coldly, as if they were eager for a baptism of blood.

Sharla lay there quietly, her beauty and strength seeming so fragile at this moment. Her eyes revealed despair and unyielding spirit. She could never have imagined that she would suffer such a cruel fate.

The master priests slowly approached Sharla, their steps firm and powerful, each step carrying the breath of death. Their breathing became rapid, their heartbeats accelerated, as if they had already felt the joy of victory.

The swords gleamed brightly in the sunlight, their sharpness chilling people to the bone. The priests gripped the hilts tightly, ready to chop off Sharla's head in an instant, ending her life at that moment.

Sharla's hair fluttered in the wind, her beauty like a flower in the wind, but she was about to be ruthlessly destroyed. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she remained silent.

The entire scene was filled with tension and fear, as if time had stood still. The crowd held their breath, watching the scene, their hearts filled with sympathy for Sharla and anger towards the master priests. However, just as they were about to strike, an incomparably powerful force swept over like a surging wave, violently knocking them back.

Everyone stared in amazement at the sight before them, a voluptuous woman appearing before them like a goddess. She was clad in a sexy purple leather bikini, the tight design perfectly framing her curvaceous figure, captivating everyone. Her breasts were full and firm, seemingly poised to burst forth, their massive breasts barely visible, as if ready to break free from the bikini's confines at any moment. Because the bikini's leather bra was a half-cup design, it only covered the lower half, leaving the upper half and nipples exposed. She had to use two nipple covers to barely conceal them. The visitor was none other than Yu Shanshan. Her eyes gleamed at Sharla's plight, and with a roar, she swung her purple greatsword. Although everyone immediately formed a formation to counter the blow, with a resounding crash, the magical instruments gifted to them by the prophet shattered under Yu Shanshan's pressure. Crushed to dust by her Earthly Celestial Realm master, they vanished completely. Thousands of miles away, the prophet's instrument was destroyed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, crying miserably, "It's over!" He secretly thought that only a peerless expert from the Earthly Celestial Realm could so easily destroy his religion's supreme magical instrument. Having just emerged from seclusion, he had assumed that after a century of vicissitudes, there would be few masters of the Earthly Immortal Realm and Earthly Celestial Realm left in the world.

However, the reality was so cruel that he couldn't help but sigh. He knew that these powerful people in the Heavenly Realm on the land were unfathomable, each of them possessing the power to destroy heaven and earth. And although he had broken through to a new realm, he was still far behind them.

If he knew that the cause of all this was that Yu Shanshan was able to break through to the Land Heaven Realm only after being slaughtered by their archbishop and others, then the regret in his heart would probably surge like a tide.