"Lock the chains!"
A loud roar emerged from thin air.
"Swish swish swish..."
The sound of iron chains jangling abruptly erupted all around.
"Moo..."
Another mournful bellow resounded as the white mist enveloped in a golden glow plummeted.
Immediately after, several dark figures dashed toward the spot where the golden light had fallen.
Qi Yue's pupils contracted.
From this scene, it was clear that they had been well-prepared, having laid a trap here.
She opened her palm again, allowing the scent of the Spiritual Spring Water to disperse and silently began to retreat while no one was paying attention.
"Moo..."
Another invigorating roar sounded. With the iron chains clanging, the gold-tinged white mist frantically leaped and struggled, bounding back in the direction of Qi Yue.
"Capture it!"
Yet another explosive shout, and several dark figures pounced simultaneously toward the golden mist.
At this critical moment, Qi Yue gritted her teeth and charged in as well.
