"Saintess!!!"
The monks accompanying Ling Youmeng witnessed everything that transpired behind them, with flames almost bursting from their eyes.
That was their only trump card, originally prepared for such a moment.
Now, they had reached an impasse. If they did not abandon the newly born Firelight Beast, everyone would be buried here with it.
"He is also here! He must come!"
Ling Youmeng was unwavering, her grip on the Firelight Beast in her arms even tighter than before.
The fox-like Firelight Beast in her embrace seemed to sense Ling Youmeng's resolve, its panic reducing significantly, affectionately nuzzling her arm.
"Sigh! Protect the Saintess with all our might! Find the fastest way to leave this Immortal Realm! Having this Firelight Beast is already enough for our journey!!!"
The monk who had thrown the Heavenly Wrath declared coldly.
