Quick Transmigration Female Supporting Character: Male God, Please Lie Down

Ning Qingyou suppressed the turmoil in her heart, and the silver spear in her hand once again overflowed with power, piercing towards the behemoth amidst the falling snowflakes.

If Ning Qingyou's cultivation level were a few points higher, perhaps this cold power could have completely frozen this behemoth.

Alas... alas...

She didn't have any of that; to the enormous creature's eyes, the light snowfall was really nothing.

It let out a few more muffled groans, which startled Ning Qingyou and made her leave.

This powerful tremor made her feel as if her internal organs had been instantly displaced, leaving her feeling extremely weak all over.

Ning Qingyou felt another wave of discomfort. Under the oppressive aura of this enormous creature, she couldn't muster any strength at all.

Damn it, so what if I just got an inheritance? It seems like it's all useless.

After thinking about it, I still feel a little regretful.

Ning Qingyou was still lying on the ground, gritting her teeth as she watched the enormous creature approaching her step by step.

Now! Is there nothing we can do but wait to die?

Thinking about this gave Ning Qingyou a strange feeling.

This feeling was truly indescribably eerie, as if a pair of faint, cool little hands were constantly stroking her cheeks. This feeling was becoming increasingly bizarre.

Her feelings became very complicated.

Her gaze was somewhat unfocused. She saw Hua Siluan and her group hiding behind another pile of stones, each of them wearing a smile and looking on with longing.

It's as if they're deliberately waiting for their own death so they can obtain something from them.

Ning Qingyou gritted her teeth; she wouldn't let anyone laugh at her.

She gathered all the spiritual energy in her body, and the power emanating from her entire body burst forth.

Large amounts of snowflakes were slowly gathering in her hands, as if they were being gathered by some powerful force.

"Bam—"

In Ning Qingyou's hand, the long spear suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of ice and frost, radiating a chilling aura and carrying an indescribable pressure.

The enormous creature leaped up, ready to crush Ning Qingyou with its claws, but the pressure emanating from Ning Qingyou rendered it unable to move.

The enormous beast began to emit that whimpering sound again, as if it had reached its limit.

Hua Siluan and the others, who were hiding behind a rock not far away, were also bleeding from all seven orifices, their faces looking terrifying.

Ning Qingyou also felt that she was about to give up. Her nose started bleeding, blood was gushing from her mouth, and her eyes were bloodshot. It seemed that she couldn't break free from this place. Thinking about this made her feel a little scared.

Just when Ning Qingyou thought the whole world was about to be destroyed by this enormous beast, a white figure suddenly appeared before her hazy, somewhat dazed eyes.

He gripped a sword tightly in his hand, its blade snow-white and gleaming incessantly.

The giant beast kept dodging, but it could never escape from the intricate web of swords he had woven.

It wasn't until Ning Qingyou fell into a coma that she seemed to see the giant beast slam her to the ground, or perhaps... it was just like...