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

Yet, fate played a cruel joke on her on this brutal battlefield. Today, this bloody battlefield had become her desperate situation. She had rushed too far forward, leaving her men three or four miles behind. When she turned back, she found herself surrounded by a dense enemy force. Thousands of enemy soldiers surrounded her like a black tide, their faces filled with greed and cruel smiles, as if she were a lamb to be slaughtered.

Liu Yuan, however, was somewhat nonchalant. After all, her powerful mercury wind blade power could instantly kill countless enemy soldiers and knock down a large group of enemies in an instant. It possessed powerful attack power. Liu Yuan was also intoxicated by the powerful mercury wind blade power and could not extricate herself. Although she left her subordinates behind for three or four miles and was surrounded by thousands of black enemy troops, she was not afraid at all and felt that this was a good opportunity to show her power.

What Liu Yuan hadn't anticipated was the uncontrollable and severe consequences of overusing her Mercury Wind Blade power. As a result, even the wind carried a sickening stench on this battlefield, shrouded in blood and smoke. Dark clouds hung low, as if mourning the impending tragedy. She had already been constantly spurting Mercury Wind Blades from her tongue, lips, navel, and lower body. The consequences of overuse were draining her energy, triggering a breakdown in her internal coordination, causing her realm to plummet to the peak of the Earth Realm, a drop of five realms. Meanwhile, the enemy dispatched several Heavenly Realm masters to surround her, preparing for a surprise attack and a siege.

Just as Liu Yuan's tongue blasted out the power of mercury wind blades to slaughter the enemy soldiers in front of her, a dark shadow came rushing from behind her like lightning. This shadow was as fast as a ghost, as if it had completely blended into the darkness, making it difficult to detect its presence.

The shadowy figure's footsteps were incredibly light, like an agile cat, silently approaching Liu Yuan. When he was close enough, he suddenly launched a powerful kick, striking Liu Yuan on the back like a thunderbolt.

The force of this kick was so immense that Liu Yuan felt like she had been struck by a sledgehammer. She stumbled forward and nearly fell to the ground. However, the moment she lost her balance, the other masters seized this golden opportunity and launched a fatal attack.

A long sword, gleaming with cold light, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, carried a sharp sword aura and pierced Liu Yuan's abdomen with lightning speed. The sword's speed was so fast that it easily pierced Liu Yuan's navel. Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly staining her golden shorts a scarlet.

Liu Yuan felt as if she had been stabbed in the back, and instantly felt the strength draining away from her body. She had originally wanted to unleash the power of the mercury wind blade to counterattack, but now she found that she no longer had the strength to gather it.

Liu Yuan's body was shaking violently, and she felt her vitality was gradually fading away with the flow of blood.

The enemy's masters stared at Liu Yuan with the fierce gaze of hungry hawks, as if she were their prey. They had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and now the opportunity had finally arrived. Without hesitation, they simultaneously swung their weapons and stabbed at Liu Yuan's vital points like hungry tigers pouncing on their prey.

Suddenly, two streaks of cold light flashed across the sky like lightning, striking at them with such speed that it was impossible to be prepared! These two streaks of cold light were actually two gleaming long swords. Like two ferocious venomous snakes, they attacked Liu Yuan's breasts with bared fangs and claws.

In an instant, the once gorgeous golden bodice, under the fierce impact of the two long swords, was as fragile as paper and was pierced in an instant! The golden fragments flew everywhere, as if telling of the fierceness and brutality of the attack.

However, this was only the beginning. Before Liu Yuan could recover from the sudden pain, an icy sword streaked towards her like a flash of lightning, piercing her lower body mercilessly like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The sword's speed was as fast as lightning, its force as powerful as thunder. Liu Yuan didn't even have time to react. Her body trembled violently, and a heart-wrenching pain instantly swept through her body like a tide. The pain seemed to tear her soul apart, making her unbearable.

The excruciating pain washed over Liu Yuan like a surging tide. Her consciousness instantly became blurred, and the scene before her also began to blur. Her eyes were filled with astonishment and unwillingness. She couldn't believe that she had been hit so easily by the enemy.

A low, gurgling sound emanated from Liu Yuan's throat, a sound that seemed to be her final struggle. However, just as she was stunned by the excruciating pain, the most lethal sword strike came like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, lightning-fast and incomparably ruthless, piercing her throat mercilessly.

This sword completely cut off Liu Yuan's life. Her body fell down limply like a puppet with its strings cut. Blood gushed out from her wounds, staining the ground beneath her red.

Liu Yuan's eyes widened, almost as if they were about to fall out of their sockets, as if she wanted to take the entire blue sky into her eyes. She stared straight at the sky, as if under a spell, motionless, as if time had stood still at this moment.

Her mouth parted slightly, her lips trembling as she tried to make a sound, but only a faint gasp could come out. The gasp was like a candle in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment. With each gasp, her body trembled slightly, as if that faint breath was her last connection to the world.

Suddenly, a stream of blood gushed out of her throat like a crimson fountain, splashing onto the ground beneath her. The blood was particularly glaring in the sunlight, staining the ground a shocking crimson. The red blood quickly spread, like a blooming blood flower, or like a hideous demon, spreading wantonly across the ground beneath her.

Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, as if shaken by a powerful force. A warm liquid slowly flowed from between her legs, trickling down her thighs like the final tear of her life. She struggled a few times, as if trying to break free from the bonds of death and stand up again, but ultimately, her movements faltered.

Her eyes were wide open, their once bright glow now drained of their luster, as if drained of their vitality. Her tongue trembled weakly from her lips, as if struggling to breathe in the last breath of air. The tongue was a strange color, a stark contrast to her pale complexion, and it was terrifying to behold.

It curved slightly, as if narrating her final agony and unwillingness. Blood still stained her tongue, its bright red blending with the surrounding blood, as if it were the final hue of her life. With her breaths, the tongue trembled slightly, as if issuing a final plea to the world.

Liu Yuan's body collapsed completely in a pool of blood, her limbs twisted as if their bones had been drained. Her chest no longer rose and fell, her heart had stopped beating. Her once vibrant body now resembled a pool of mud. The surrounding enemy masters erupted in triumphant laughter as they surrounded Liu Yuan's body, wantonly trampling on her dignity. Blood gushed from her wounds, staining the surrounding ground an increasingly crimson red, forming a vast pool. Her hair lay disheveled in the pool of blood, a few strands clinging to her cheeks, adding to her tragic appearance. Her once lively eyes were now vacant, as if her soul had been drained along with the blood. A trace of blood still clung to the corner of her mouth, speaking of endless resentment and anger. The gentle wind from the battlefield, carrying the scent of blood, also blew away Liu Yuan's last breath of life, leaving only a cold corpse, a witness to the brutal battle.

Liu Yuan lay quietly on the cold ground, as if she had become one with the earth. Her body was lifeless, like a flower ravaged by a violent storm, devoid of all life and energy.

Her lips were a chilling paleness, devoid of any color, as if the light of life had been ruthlessly devoured on this cruel battlefield. The pale color of her lips reminded one of petals frozen in winter, so fragile and vulnerable that it evoked pity.

Yet, at the corner of her pale mouth, a faint trace of bright red blood was visible. Like a winding red line, it slowly slid down her paper-white cheek, as if telling of the pain and sorrow she had experienced. This trace of blood intertwined with the tears still brimming on her face, forming a striking trace, a physical manifestation of the pain and sorrow deep within her heart, a trace that moved the beholder.

Her face held a poignant, yet despairing expression. Her once bright, piercing eyes were now wide open, as if she had lost all interest in the world. Yet, deep within those wide-open eyes, a trace of reluctance and determination lingered, as if her soul was still struggling against fate.

Her hair fell on her shoulders like a waterfall, but it looked a little messy due to the chaos. Some strands of hair were soaked with blood and stuck tightly to her haggard face, making her face look as pale as paper and bloodless.

Once, she was Liu Yuan, the mercury god of war, a figure feared by her enemies. In the days of yore, she shone with valiant courage on the battlefield, a dazzling star. Clad in a golden tube-breasted armor and golden briefs, her armor gleamed with a cold and majestic light in the sunlight, the patterns on her armor bearing the mark of her illustrious military exploits. She wielded a spear, its tip gleaming with a cold light, and each swing carried a thunderous force, slaying countless foes. Her horsemanship was exquisite, and under her control, she whirled through the enemy lines like a whirlwind, leaving foes falling and screaming in every direction. Her name, like a sharp blade, etched deep into the hearts of her enemies, instilling fear in them.

Once, the enemy set numerous traps, a dragnet designed to capture her. Undeterred, Liu Yuan charged single-handedly into the enemy camp. Like a ghost, she darted through the enemy lines, her spear a deadly weapon, thrusting, stabbing, sweeping, and slashing with each strike. The enemy's swords, spears, and halberds were child's play before her, deflected or swatted away.

Her gaze was as sharp as cold stars, and every glance struck fear into the enemy's heart. Facing an overwhelming force, she remained unfazed, her figure shifting and turning with swift dexterity on horseback. Her steed, seemingly understanding her instincts, coordinated with her, sometimes galloping like thunder, sometimes swerving and turning.

After a fierce battle, countless enemy casualties and rivers of blood flowed. But Liu Yuan, radiating the aura of a war god, stood proudly despite being stained with blood. She raised her head to the heavens and let out a long roar, a voice that shook the air. Her aura sent the enemy fleeing in panic. Back then, she was a dominant force on the battlefield, a fearsome presence that intimidated the enemy. Yet, now, she met a tragic end.

The enemy's masters rushed forward, ripping off her helmet, ruffling her hair, and scarring her body with their weapons. Amidst the enemy's grim laughter, Liu Yuan was tortured miserably, her body trembling in agony.

As the enemy pressed forward, Liu Yuan's golden armor was brutally stripped away. They began to humiliate this miserable being in turn. Blood gushed from the corners of Liu Yuan's mouth, and she was dying from the constant abuse. Finally, her head tilted, her eyes wide open, her tongue darting out from her lips. The awe-inspiring Mercury God of War, Liu Yuan, breathed her last amidst the enemy's repeated insults. Blood flowed from her throat and lower body, leaving a pool of blood beneath her. Liu Yuan lay in the pool, her naked body gradually growing cold. This powerful celestial realm master had never dreamed that overusing the power of the Mercury Wind Blade would lead to her unjust death on the battlefield, and even suffer such humiliation.

Meanwhile, her men were unaware that their chief general, the King of Qi, had been surrounded and slain by the enemy. They continued to advance along their planned route, fully believing that Liu Yuan was still bravely fighting at the front. Their morale was high as they chanted slogans, unaware that the war queen they cherished was already suffering endless torture on that bloody battlefield.

Finally, Liu Yuan died on this bloody battlefield. Her figure seemed so small in the pool of blood, yet so moving, as if she were the last scene on the battlefield. The dark clouds finally couldn't hold back their tears, and the patter of raindrops hitting her body seemed like heaven's mourning for her.

Liu Yuan, the goddess of war who once dominated the battlefield, ended her glorious life in such a tragic way, leaving behind only blood and endless sighs that echoed in the long river of history.