"I hope you won't let my sacrifice go to waste,"
Ye Feirou said again through the psychic transmission. Her eyes showed great resolve. She was ready to sacrifice her external avatar, planning to cover the retreat of the nameless Taoist Wuming and the cultivator of Piaomiao Palace.
Indeed, losing an external avatar meant a significant damage, but as long as she could help these cultivators to escape, it would be worthwhile. They cannot die at the hands of these demon cultivators.
"Dear Ye, I do appreciate your actions,"
"But you might underestimate me,"
"Just a fourth-grade flood dragon, watch how I slay it."
Zhou Sui responded calmly via the psychic transmission.
At this moment, he drew a sword from his body. A chilling sword intent emanated from him, reaching to the sky as if tearing apart the heavens.
What?!
