Chi Jinghong was the first to transfer to the side of Lan Teng.
Lan Teng was so scared that his face turned deathly pale, and he sat down on the ground with a thump.
But Chi Jinghong didn't kill him, as this man understood formations and was key to leaving this place.
She looked around and, without saying a second word, grabbed a black-robed person by the neck.
Golden light flickered.
Crack!
The neck of the black-robed person was crushed.
Chi Jinghong flung the body away with force, and it fell into the endless abyss below the altar.
"Empress!"
Dan Taisheng couldn't believe it, "How did you get out?"
"Before I answer your question, I'll kill all these people first!"
Chi Jinghong's silver hair whipped about wildly, her eyes cold and overbearing.
She then attacked another black-robed person; by now, Feng Lin had already healed her injuries.
She could act without any reservations.
"Quick, use the Transfer Formation, retreat!"
