If two words could be used to describe Hei Xinjiu’s current mood, it would be -- miserable, three words -- very miserable, four words -- too miserable, five words -- extremely miserable!
She was currently in a ball of darkness, and she didn’t know what kind of place it was.
What was even more miserable was that just like last time, she didn’t have any cultivation. Not to mention opening her storage ring and spirit beast bag, she couldn’t even sense Gouwei Bacao.
She was now a cripple without any cultivation.
Without cultivation, she naturally could not use the evasion technique.
Not only that, the boot spirit seemed to have met with an accident. Without any reaction, it turned into an ordinary boot.
Yun Chujiu was a little flustered. Previously, when she encountered such a desperate situation, at least she could still rely on Gouwei Bacao and rely on the juice of Gouwei Bacao to survive.
