A beautiful figure lightly moved between the lush spirit plants, like a sprite among the vegetation.
Wang Ba stood by the window and quietly deplored the beauty before his eyes, unconsciously losing track of time.
...
The base of the East Saint Sect.
Among the mountains and cloud-laden peaks.
At this moment, the Fanming divine beast was on its last breath.
Its body, initially bound by chains, was now adorned with additional ones and covered in yellow paper talismans.
Despite this, there were still people guarding it at all times, cautiously preventing another breakout.
On a mountain peak across from the Fanming divine beast...
Ning Daohuan sat on a futon, his gaze falling on the black-robed cultivator kneeling before him, his expression dark:
"For this round, we lost another Golden Core Elder, Yuan Sheng. What do you have to say?"
The black-robed cultivator knelt on the ground, his body tensed: