At this moment, the storm was getting stronger.
Everyone spontaneously formed a circle, especially some of the beasts who had turned into their original forms and formed layers of human walls to help Yun Chujiu, who was at the innermost part of the group, block the storm.
After a full hour, Yun Chujiu opened her eyes again.
She looked around and looked for a while before saying with difficulty, “Everyone is safe? That’s Great.”
She started coughing violently again. Her originally sallow face had turned red from all the coughing.
Yun Yantian patted her back and said, “Little Qian Yi, it’s not too late to wait for you to feel better.”
His heart ached and he complained. This little girl was usually smart, but why was she so muddle-headed now? ! The life and death of the Yimo and the Beast Race had nothing to do with her, so why should she worry about them? !
