Number Seven's face was pale because of the pain. His hands were still trembling, and his eyes were filled with fear.
The other cultivators did not look any better than her.
The young man, number six, the man in the suit, and the scholar had never fought with the fish face to face, but they knew it was not easy to deal with from its ferocious appearance. It could jump several meters high from the water and could injure a strong man with a sweep of its tail. It was easy to imagine how powerful the fish was.
On the other hand, song qingxiao was not at a disadvantage. Anyone with eyes could see that she still had some energy left.
She was strong and agile. She was not injured by the fish's direct attack, but she was able to hurt it. Song qingxiao's strength was a huge contrast to her delicate appearance. Young man number six frowned when he thought of how many times he had been her enemy.
