This silhouette seems familiar.
Tang Feng did not immediately approach but watched how this woman would deal with the Fourth Grade Spiritual Beast.
In the wild, why did she appear here?
With a curious heart, Tang Feng was ready to intervene at any moment.
Since he had encountered her, he would not stand by and watch her die.
The woman targeted by the Spiritual Beast did not move, holding a sword, her whole body's spirit reaching its peak.
She had no escape.
She could only face it head-on.
Several disciples from the sect had died protecting her, and she had abandoned the idea of clinging to life.
Fight!
Though I, Yue Yi, am weak, I am not intimidated by a beast.
The sword slashed down.
It struck directly on the Spiritual Beast's head.
Crack.
The Spiritual Artifact shattered.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and in the next moment, Yue Yi's life hung in the jaws of the Spiritual Beast.
Daring beast!
A loud roar thundered like lightning.
