Mo Zhu's eyes were focused on the road ahead and she nodded calmly. "That's right, it's me."
Mo Jiu was utterly shocked. He acknowledged her words blankly before he started to digest them slowly.
At this moment, at the entrance of Cloud City, Xu Huan and the subordinates of the Eighteen Cities had already fought until they were extremely exhausted and almost out of any energy. Although everyone's skills and foundations were good, they were helpless as the other party had the advantage in numbers after all.
Xu Huan leaned against the city wall of Cloud City and panted heavily. He watched the people on the opposite side fight more and more valiantly, batches after batches. He violently spat out a mouthful of saliva and clenched the slightly deformed metal rod in his hand.
