The night breeze gently brushed by, accompanied by a drizzling rain.
A chaotic battlefield finally fell silent, yet the city itself was far from quiet, with booming noises everywhere.
"Pfft~"
The physical body of the Barbaric Woman silently shattered into mist.
Even the blood flowing on the ground transformed into wisps of green smoke.
Only a huge Dead Soul remained in place, slowly drifting towards Lu Ran's direction.
"Is everyone okay?" Sun Zhengfang hurriedly stepped forward, asking with concern, "Are either of you hurt?"
"I'm fine, what about Lu Ran?" Wei Long placed a hand on Lu Ran's shoulder, and, seeing no response, called out again, "Lu Ran?"
"Gulp." Lu Ran's Adam's apple moved convulsively.
In his sight, the giant soul of the Barbaric Woman 'rolled' over Sun Zhengfang, as if it could crush the small body of this Human Clan member.
Her pupils still showed a blood-red hue, filled with intense killing intent.
