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

On the fierce battlefield, the three female generals were in dire straits. Enemy corpses lay scattered around them, blood staining the ground beneath their feet crimson. The pungent smell of blood filled the air, making them sick. The enemy surged forward like a tide, the cries of killing deafening, and every clash of blades felt like the alarm bell of fate.

Looking back, they had often activated their bloodline power in desperate situations, striking down their opponents with astonishing displays. That bloodline power was like the mysterious power of ancient legends; once awakened, it instantly soared their strength. With this power, they had wielded it with ease amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, slaying their enemies without a single shred of armor, and creating countless miracles.

However, this time, the situation seemed different. The continuous fighting had left them exhausted, both physically and mentally, and scarred. Their bodies were stretched to their limits, and every swing of their weapons seemed a struggle. Furthermore, the enemy seemed to have sensed their weakness, no longer blindly attacking, but employing more cunning tactics, pressing them relentlessly and leaving them breathless.

At this moment, Claire, one of the female generals, felt the bloodline power within her body grow weaker, like a flame about to die. A wave of panic washed over her. Was it truly impossible to activate her bloodline power this time? She glanced at her comrades, whose eyes also revealed a hint of despair, but more of a resolve. They knew that no matter what the outcome, they could not give up easily.

Claire, Alice, and Lina were all weighed down by a heavy sense of worry, knowing full well that time was ticking away and their chances were running out. Yet, faced with such a desperate situation, they showed no sign of retreating. Instead, they huddled together even more closely, forming a solid triangle with their backs to each other, fearlessly facing the oncoming enemy.

The weapons in their hands gleamed with a chilling cold light in the dim light, as if silently proclaiming their inner indomitable spirit and tenacity. Although the enemy's attacks were as fierce as a storm, the three heroic female generals remained undeterred, vigorously wielding their weapons and doing their utmost to resist wave after wave of fierce attacks from the enemy.

Time flies, and as time goes by, their movements become slower and slower. Every swing of the sword is like a difficult tug-of-war with time, which requires more mental and physical energy.

The wounds on their bodies were constantly increasing, as if they were entangled by countless fine spider webs. Blood gushed out of the wounds like a spring, staining their originally snow-white armor red and forming shocking bloodstains.

These bloodstains shimmered eerily in the sunlight, as if testament to the passage of life. Each bloodstain carried the pain and suffering they had experienced, and also witnessed their unyielding will and tenacious fighting spirit.

At this critical moment of life and death, no one can predict what will happen next. Can they activate the hidden power of their bloodline as before, achieve rebirth and kill their opponents?

Perhaps, they will die heroically in this thrilling battle, becoming a tragic color in the long river of history and being remembered by people forever; or perhaps, they will burst out with amazing potential in desperate situations, create incredible miracles, activate the power of their bloodline again, and turn the tide of the battle in one fell swoop.

However, no matter what the final outcome is, their courage and tenacity will be like the brightest stars in the night sky, forever engraved in people's hearts and shining brightly.