"Where are they? Could they have escaped?"
Bronze Bird's eyes were fierce as he gazed at the beautiful woman in the red dress, his face darkening with anger. He must have guessed something, his words filled with fury.
'Hmph, Red Three exerted so much of her vital energy to unleash the power of the venom. You must have felt its effects. Let's set aside the rest for now. I'll protect you while you heal your injuries. Once you've regained your strength, we can then make long-term plans," the woman in red snorted coldly and, after uttering a few indifferent words, disappeared on the spot as a phantom silhouette.
Bronze Bird's expression shifted uncertainly for a while before he closed his eyes again and began to channel his energy to heal his wounds.
...
Hundreds of miles away from Iron Fire Valley, in the sky, a Bronze Chariot emerged with a whooshing sound from a nondescript white cloud in the distance.