"What a spectacular starting battle! By using solely spiritual techniques, he was able to fight on the same level as the ant cultivator, interesting, interesting. As expected, Zong Shou is a little extraordinary. I did underestimate him a little before…"
10 miles away from where the explosion suddenly sounded out at, a young male laughed continuously. Only that voice was filled with a dark and cold intent.
Beside him stood a person who was tall and wearing a white dress. However, the sleeves on her left were floating, filled with black red dried up blood. One could see bits of fresh blood seeping out, dyeing the sleeves red. Her pretty face was ashen white. It was Xiong Yu who Zong Shou saw from afar not long ago.
She was originally quietly healing her wounds in this place, however, Zong Shou's fire and water spiral energy was too vicious. She was still unable to heal the wound at where the hand broke.