บท 657: You Ran's Fury!

As Daoist You Ran left in a hurry, a pale-faced Feng Qiuran gritted her teeth and retreated hastily as Never-Ending Clan cultivators and enslaved Dao Palace cultivators charged at her. Her hands came together to form a series of hand seals, and she bit the tip of her tongue and spat out a mouthful of lifeblood.

It transformed into a blood mist that surged towards the charging cultivators and stopped them momentarily in their tracks. Immediately after, Feng Qiuran frantically raised her right hand and grabbed through the air, snatching the storage bracelet that had been left behind by Wang Baole's destroyed avatar. Daoist You Ran normally wouldn't leave such things lying behind, but his panic had led to his oversight.

Having secured the storage bracelet, Feng Qiuran retreated without hesitation. The second level might be vast, but she was still filled with despair and weighed down by a heavy heart. She didn't know where she could go and had no idea how to fix this.