Hu… Hu...
Two women breathed hurriedly while leaning against a cave's wall. Their hair and armor were dirtied with green blood from the battle that just occurred. If Xuefeng was there, he would recognize one of them, the blond beauty who now looked tired beyond recognition.
"Are you sure it was a good idea to split from the rest of the group? We barely beat this one…" Jiao questioned as she swallowed a healing pill, hoping to heal a deep wound on her arm. "Do you think it was poisonous?"
While they were exhausted, their opponent was lying some distance away, dead. A gigantic body of Immortal Stage Centipede was still twitching after Jiao impaled its head with an ice spike.
