Chapitre 1528: Wrath

She stood, her pale face and mage gowns covered in dust. 'I'm not injured either? How is that possible?'

Yandevere felt a severe aching on her back, but such a thing for cultivators was negligible.

"W-who are you?" The male didn't have the demeanor of a pseudo-dao expert any longer. The seven individuals who had followed him, including his female counterpart, looked at him with varying degrees of confusion. Maybe only the female understood exactly where his fear stemmed from.

'That little girl… With just one word, she completely dispersed Alax's enigmatic qi… She doesn't even look like she strained herself, how is that possible?!' The heartbeat of the female quickened. 'This isn't not good, this isn't good at all.'