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

I stood atop the battlefield, coldly surveying the raging battle below. Like a pack of bloodthirsty wolves, the Canglang Alliance's celestial realm masters had cornered the Great Zhou special forces female soldiers in the center. This was a duel of unequal strength, and the balance of victory had already tilted towards us.

Liu Mei, the leader of the Great Zhou special forces squad, was now in dire straits. Around her, dozens of sharp spears flashed with a cold gleam, like the scythes of death, ready to reap her life. The sound of "puff" and "puff" echoed continuously, the sound being particularly piercing in the silent battlefield, like the tolling of death knells. Like lightning, dozens of spears instantly pierced her unprotected, delicate throat.

Liu Mei's screams echoed throughout the battlefield once again. The sound was so shrill, so desperate, like the wails of a demon from the depths of hell. Her once golden lips were now stained scarlet, blood gushing from the corners of her mouth. From her throat, blood gushed like a fountain, splashing onto her tough leather chest armor. The bloodstains on the armor resembled blossoming red plum blossoms, yet they revealed an endless bloodiness and horror.

My gaze swept past Liu Mei, glancing at the equally desperate female special forces soldiers behind her. They were once the elite of the Great Zhou army, a formidable presence on the battlefield. Yet, in front of the Canglang Alliance's celestial realm masters, they seemed so small, so vulnerable.

The first female soldier killed was named Li Rou. She was petite, her eyes filled with fear and despair. The weapon in her hand trembled, as if telling of her inner terror. A master of the Heavenly Realm from the Canglang Alliance appeared behind her like a ghost. With a flick of his long sword, Lin Li Rou's head was separated from her body. Her body staggered, then fell to the ground like a severed branch. Blood spurted from her neck, staining the surrounding ground red.

Next, another female soldier, Wang Jiao, was flanked by two Canglang League masters. She fought back fiercely, her sword dancing with impenetrable force. However, the Canglang League masters were in perfect harmony, attacking Wang Jiao's weaknesses from left to right. Finally, one master seized the opportunity and stabbed her in the abdomen. Wang Jiao's body stiffened, and her sword fell to the ground. The other master seized the opportunity to strike back, piercing her heart. Wang Jiao's body slowly collapsed, a trace of unwillingness still lingering in her eyes.

In another corner of the battlefield, three female soldiers stood back to back, forming a small defensive circle. Their eyes revealed a resolute determination, as if to say, even to the bitter end, they would fight to the bitter end. One of the female soldiers, named Ye Xuan, gleamed with a fierce glint of resolve. A master launched the first attack, his spear piercing Ye Xuan's chest like a venomous snake. Ye Xuan dodged the fatal blow, but another master attacked from the side, slashing her arm with a blade. Blood immediately covered Ye Xuan's arm, and her weapon fell to the ground. Before she could react, the other master's sword had already penetrated her throat.

The other two female soldiers were Li Xue and Wang Jing. Li Xue's face was pale as she gripped her weapon tightly, attempting to fend off the attacks of the Cang Lang Alliance's masters. However, the enemy was too numerous, and she gradually felt powerless. Wang Jing gritted her teeth and continuously wielded her longsword, engaging in a desperate struggle with the enemy. But in the end, they were unable to withstand the fierce attacks of the Cang Lang Alliance masters and fell one after another in a pool of blood.

The last two female soldiers left were named Jiao Chun and Ling Chuchu.

Jiao Chun was the first to charge at the Canglang League's masters, her eyes burning with rage, revealing immense grief and determination. Her sword whistled through the air, tracing a breathtaking arc, like a meteor, piercing the throat of a master. However, the master, swift as lightning, effortlessly dodged Jiao Chun's fatal blow. Then, with a backhand swing, a powerful force like thunder struck Jiao Chun's chest. Jiao Chun grunted, her body flying backwards like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily to the ground. A trickle of crimson blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, her once delicate face now pale as paper, devoid of any color.

Witnessing Jiao Chun's injury, Ling Chuchu's rage instantly ignited, raging. She roared, as if ripping the world apart. She brandished her spear like a savage cheetah, lunging at the Cang Lang League's masters with lightning speed. Her spearplay was as ferocious as a storm, dazzling the eyes. But the Cang Lang League's masters were as elusive as ghosts. With astonishing agility and skill, they deftly dodged Ling Chuchu's fierce attacks, then launched a surprise counterattack. A master's scimitar flashed with a cold light, swift as a venomous snake's fangs, slicing through Ling Chuchu's throat in an instant. Ling Chuchu's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched her own blood gushed out like a fountain. Her once vibrant makeup was now stained with blood, creating a jarring contrast to her unwavering expression.

Jiao Chun lay quietly on the cold ground, her body trembling slightly. Her eyes were fixed on Ling Chuchu, who was not far away. As she watched her slowly fall, her heart was filled with despair and unwillingness.

She refused to be defeated so easily, unwilling to let the enemy succeed. She struggled desperately, trying to stand up again and continue fighting. However, her body seemed to be suppressed by an invisible force, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not move an inch.

At that moment, a master appeared beside her like a ghost. His footsteps were so light that they made no sound. He looked down at Jiao Chun, his eyes filled with indifference and contempt, as if she were just an insignificant ant, not worth his effort.

The master slowly raised his foot and without hesitation, stepped on Jiao Chun's chest. Instantly, a wave of pain washed over her like a tide, and Jiao Chun's chest felt as if it was being torn apart. Her breathing became increasingly difficult, and every breath she took felt like a desperate struggle against death.

Despite this, Jiao Chun refused to give up. With every last ounce of strength she possessed, she gripped the sword tightly, attempting to protect herself with this last weapon. However, her hand gradually lost its strength, and the sword, once a symbol of her courage and determination, fell to the ground with a clang, a resounding sound like her final sigh.

At this point, all the female soldiers and generals of the special female forces team were killed, and the special female forces team was completely wiped out.

The deputy leader of the Canglang Alliance looked at the corpses scattered across the ground, feeling a surge of satisfaction. These female special forces soldiers, once a thorn in their side, had finally been killed, their entire army annihilated.

His eyes swept over the faces of each female soldier. Their once beautiful and resolute faces had now turned pale and lifeless. Their bodies lay scattered on the ground, their blood staining the surrounding ground red.

"Humph, this is what happens when you go against our Canglang Alliance!" The deputy leader sneered, "They are just a bunch of women who don't know their own limitations."

His allies around him echoed the words, their faces lit with smug smiles. They were so proud of their victory that they seemed to have forgotten their previous fears and worries.

Yet, amidst this dead silence, a ripple suddenly stirred within the deputy leader. He recalled the glorious achievements of the special forces female unit and their bravery on the battlefield. Although these women were enemies, their courage and tenacity filled him with respect.

But this respect was soon overshadowed by his ambition and desire. He knew that only by eliminating all enemies could the Canglang Alliance become the overlord of this land.

"Dispose of their bodies and don't leave any traces." The deputy leader gave the order, then turned and left, leaving behind a bloody battlefield.