Many demons were scattered in the valley and were in a sorry state. However, they were deeply stunned by Song Shi.
An You, who was probably in the middle, was also observing. She was covered in wounds and her charming body looked like a broken porcelain doll. It was full of wounds and had a fragile air of beauty to it.
She raised her head with difficulty to observe. The more she looked, the more familiar she found the person in the distance. A figure appeared in her mind and overlapped with her memory of Song Shi, who was temporarily suppressing the black wind.
"It's him!"
An You's body trembled and her eyes widened. "How did he get there? How did he do it?"
She was a little confused. During this period of time, she had been working hard to move forward in the valley against the black wind. She had surpassed many demons one after another, but she had not caught up to Song Shi.