Capítulo 1389: Witchcraft Tribe (1)

Hong Luan coolly watched the strong cultivators charging toward her. Her complexion unconsciously whitened but she did not back down at all and stood firmly in front of the door like an enormous mountain.

"Dammit!" She harshly clenched her teeth as she felt her strength slowly leaking out. "I wonder if Yun Luofeng is done yet, I can't hold on for much longer…"

For as long as she breathed, she absolutely would not allow these people to advance a single step!

Hence, watching the crowd swarming toward her, Hong Luan charged into the enemies without a second thought. Her red clothes flew in the air as she killed people without hesitation, but anyone could see that Hong Luan's power was rapidly ebbing away, and even her resistance appeared weak.

Fwoosh! Pshu!

A long sword slashed across her arm, and her sleeve ripped open, sending blood in the air. It was similar to the most beautiful color in the world raining from the sky.