Fallen leaves danced whimsically, and the maple leaves were like fire.
The entire hillside had been dyed red by the layers of maple forests, resembling a sea ablaze with beauty, mesmerizing and splendid.
Underneath a maple tree, Xiao Rongxue was cultivating absentmindedly with Fang Yang, her brows furrowed, lips tightly bitten in a struggling state, already seeming to be on the verge of collapse.
Where was the previous composure, as if everything was under control?
The demonic figure grew stronger as the battle raged on, his power becoming more and more overwhelming and torrential.
Xiao Rongxue's face turned pale as she felt endless regret. Why did she provoke this brute?
He was a true monster, with strength too formidable that it was unimaginable!
She felt that if this continued, her very soul would be entirely worn down, scattered to the winds.
