His words woke Long Qing up from her sleep.
"What's wrong?"
Long Qing ignored her disheveled clothes and climbed out of the rock.
"It looks like I can still enjoy myself before I do more hunting."
A cold voice rang out amidst the dark night.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a poison dart wrapped in nomological power flew over. Ye Chen snorted coldly and cut it in half with his sword.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Poison darts emitting seven-colored light flew over, densely packed, making it impossible for people to dodge.
The ribbon in Long Qing's hand instantly surrounded the two of them.
The poison darts hit the ribbon and made a series of sounds.
It was instantly torn apart!
Ye Chen shook his head. If it were not for him, Long Qing might really have died in this secret realm.
Could it be that the Holy Dragon Family's trial was a way of eliminating weaker descendants?
