Two enemies rushed towards the house, and as soon as they reached the doorstep, they started shooting blindly inside. Beams of light set everything indoors into a frenzy, with tables and cabinets riddled with holes, books and papers flying within the room.

Yanran tried to minimize her silhouette, crouching behind a cabinet.

The two enemies kept firing, and finally, once they confirmed there could be no living person after their attack, they entered to search for the intruder's corpse.

The broken cups under their feet produced sound as they walked.

Yanran held her breath, listening intently to their footsteps.

Despite the belief that no one could have survived their barrage, the two still carefully checked every corner and behind every piece of furniture.

Hearing the enemy's footsteps nearing her, Yanran suddenly sprang out.

Though the surprised enemies quickly turned their guns, before they could pull the trigger, Yanran moved faster, her steel claws already grasping their throats, leaving no chance for response as she maneuvered behind them.

At this moment, her steel claws shimmered in her hands, and Yanran extended her fingers, the sharp tips swiftly penetrating the enemies' brains.

Meanwhile, the stunned enemies squeezed their triggers, random shots firing upwards, yet their bodies slowly slumped backward.

Yanran pulled the steel claws from their brains, still shimmering silver without a trace of blood.

Yanran leapt out of the building, one enemy charged over, intending to check the commotion through the window and collided with Yanran head-on.

"Ah!" The enemy didn't have time to shoot, instead swinging the rifle butt at Yanran. Yanran crossed her arms, blocking the enemy's fierce blow.

The relentless enemy quickly lifted his leg targeting Yanran's ankle. She dodged slightly backward, retreating to his side. The enemy noticed her retreat and attempted to pursue, unaware that Yanran moved faster. Her footwork nimble, she sidestepped his attack and entered her attack range.

The enemy fell, screaming, an open wound on his heart poured out blood.

Yanran kept running through the building, dodging, concealing, her fighting spirit rising as enemies closed in.

Do numbers matter? The Black Exhaust Group's rabble perished one by one, either under her hands or arrows.

Yanran's hair was disheveled, a streak of enemy blood smeared on her white face, though mostly wiped off, its traces were still evident.

The clothes she wore were stained with blood after confronting three or four enemies, yet being black concealed it well. Aside from feeling sticky, she wasn't distracted by such details now.

During the close combat, an enemy's dagger ripped her sleeve, exposing her tanned skin, its tattered remnants floated on her arm like a victory flag.

The image of the Little Flaming Firebird sharpened in Yanran's mind, believing she drew closer to it.

She couldn't let Little Flaming Firebird suffer, accelerating towards the building ahead.

After fierce battles, Yanran approached the enemy's core.

She couldn't count how many enemies she'd slain, only realizing her quiver was empty, yet the bow remained strapped. Her reliance now laid with the miraculous steel claws.

With these claws, she gained a decisive advantage against swarming enemies.

Yanran felt profound gratitude toward her teacher Jiang Cheng, understanding why he'd painstakingly sought a suitable weapon for her at Delmar Planet's small town.

She couldn't imagine if instead of the steel claws, she faced the ferocious enemies solely with the bow, her attack would be feeble.

The teacher excelled at foreseeing her needs and abilities ahead of time.

Facing those savage fiends, without the lethal steel claws, Yanran might be entangled endlessly.

Yanran silently gripped the claws, perceiving their presence.

The razor-sharp claws were invincible, merely touching enemies guaranteed their demise, sparing none.

They were excessively sharp.

She recalled the Master of Casting, the kind elder from her tribe; without his dedication, shaping her weapon from extraordinary meteors, her force wouldn't be so formidable.

Nearer to the enemy's heart, contemplations swirled in Yanran's mind.

Where was her teacher now?

Had he successfully escaped Ba Lv's grasp?

Would he be angry upon learning her absence from her hiding place?

Yanran smiled lightly, odd amidst her surroundings.

After relentless battles, Yanran knew her nerves were strained to the limit, needing relief to avoid madness.

Yet, such an environment afforded no minute's respite.

Yanran felt tired, especially mentally.

Facing enemies armed with advanced weaponry, possessing immense firepower, numbers, and advantages, was exhausting.

If not for her exceptional physical prowess and latent spiritual power driving her endurance, where would she stand?

Even a weak ember of spiritual power radiated energy throughout her body, supplying her combat vigor.

Yanran reminisced about Jiang Cheng, reflecting on her childhood arrogance given her talent, despite congenital shortcomings hindering strength. While she was remarkable, education ingrained restraint over this belief.