"Retreat!"
"The Supreme God is still inside!"
"We can't wait any longer, if this goes on, we will end up dead here as well."
"The Supreme God is so powerful, she won't have any problems."
"But..."
"Go!"
As soon as Chuzheng opened her eyes, she heard these conversations.
Almost simultaneously, a gust of fierce wind rushed towards her face, and a sense of crisis soared sharply into Chuzheng's mind.
She instinctively blocked it.
The wind's force was brutal, sending Chuzheng's entire body flying.
A streak of silver light shot out, swirling around her, stabilizing her body.
When the fierce wind attacked again, Chuzheng immediately waved her hand, and silver threads danced with her fingertips, weaving into a net in the air.
Boom—
Chuzheng felt as if her eardrums were about to burst.
A heat rose in her throat.
The taste of blood surged up.
Chuzheng: "..." wanted to vomit.
Reason told Chuzheng she couldn't vomit.
She swallowed the blood back down.
