Boom!
A violent explosion echoed from afar.
Ning Xiaohui looked up, instinctively gazing toward the western sky.
Indeed, there was a crack in the light shield to the west, through which three runaway fire snakes had infiltrated, crashing to the ground one after another.
The battle on the ground erupted instantly.
Ning Xiaohui quickly turned her head back to the gourd-shaped furnace before her.
Lately, she had been driven to madness by Ning Zhuo and had been desperately earning merits.
At this moment, Ning Xiaohui had noticeably lost a lot of weight, with sunken eyes and large dark circles, clearly showing that she was extremely exhausted both physically and mentally.
But Ning Xiaohui's eyes glowed with a mad fervor, her bloodshot eyes betraying her insanity.
Dizziness suddenly struck her.
Ning Xiaohui, sitting cross-legged on the ground, swayed slightly but quickly steadied herself.
