Mao Yimiao stood aloft in mid-air, unwillingly staring at the direction of Purple Emperor's escape.
After a while, her pretty face turned pale and she covered her mouth with her bare hand, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
Having shattered the Purple Emperor's protective aura, with the Cats Emperor's current cultivation level, the recoil shock she had received was also very severe, and her existing injuries worsened. It was unavoidable.
"Sister Miao!"
The Golden Emperor had arrived, looking at her with a hint of flattery on his face, "Why are you showing up here? Why are you so late? If you had emerged earlier, even if that guy had a replacement puppet on hand, we might have had a good chance of keeping him here!"
"I know the sordid past between you and that guy. But right now, are you in the mood to think about the Purple Emperor, or should you be focusing on your own way out? Why did you lead so many descendants here?"
