"Hurry up!"
He Ying's face changed, he waved his sleeve, and his whole body was wrapped in a mass of gray light, rolling up streams of airflow as he flew swiftly towards Boiling Spring Valley.
Seeing this, Zhao Sheng turned into a sword rainbow, closely following behind. Bao Yu'er also stepped on a pink handkerchief, rising off the ground, and swiftly chased through the air.
A distance of thirty li flashed by in an instant.
Just as the three were about to reach the edge of Boiling Spring Valley, He Ying's shrill shout suddenly echoed, "Dodge!"
Dodge, dodge!
In that instant, Zhao Sheng felt a chill descend upon his head, bone-chilling cold, freezing his scalp numb.
Danger! Extreme danger!
Zhao Sheng fiercely spat out a mouthful of essence blood, which instantly turned into a mist of blood that wrapped around him.
The next moment, he suddenly transformed into a beam of blood light, escaping towards the horizon with unbelievable speed.
