"No, don't go, run!"
On a grandstand in the middle layer of the Jiaoyun Realm.
A beautiful woman in her twenties clenched her fists tightly and stared worriedly at the 29th fighting arena.
In her line of sight.
Zhang Jing was walking into a dense, wild forest seemingly off-guard and extremely young-looking.
Meanwhile, within the forest's darkness.
There were eleven cultivators hidden in ambush.
They had their presences suppressed to the extreme, arrayed as if waiting for the prey to walk willingly into the trap.
The tension reached a zenith.
The woman felt suffocated just witnessing it.
"These people are shameless. It's one thing to rob others, but to team up against one person and plan a hidden attack!"
As if having foreseen the events to unfold.
The pretty woman pouted in indignation.
At her side.
A young man of similar age noticed her concern.
He followed her gaze.
His eyes flashed, and after a while, he said with a hint of bitterness:
