บท 1802: A Zither Melody

Several figures flew out of Firecloud Peak. Each and every one of them was in a hurry.

Qian Ye, Yi Qingxiang, Jiang Xueyan, and the rest were all in tattered clothing currently, as if they were beggars.

Song Ting, Duan Qinghong, Zhong Hanlin, and the rest, their appearances were even more miserable. They were seriously injured and already on the verge of death.

Under the three great fierce beasts' encirclement, this group of people narrowly broke out of the heavy encirclement. But the price paid was also extremely heavy.

Qian Ye's expression was livid as he gritted his teeth and said, "Really damn it to hell! Rank five fierce beasts are all extremely proud. So how could they possibly join hands with each other?"

How did Jiang Xueyan still have any hint of the appearance of a fairy maiden at this time? She was like a crazy woman instead.