Who Are You Calling a Little Girl?

Who Are You Calling a Little Brat?

Beneath the shattered mountains, the several-thousand-zhang colossal demonic dragon had vanished without a trace, leaving not the slightest mark behind.

"It ran?"

Zi Yan frowned slightly. She had indeed sensed a spatial fluctuation just now, fleeing this place at high speed.

"Looks like it really did—probably realized you, empowered by the entire Ancient Dragon Grand Formation, really weren't easy to deal with, so it simply gave up?"

Yao Wan slowly returned to Xiao Yan and Zi Yan's side, then let out a long breath.

Her aura gradually settled as well, and her cultivation slowly fell back from the exaggerated Four Star Dou Sheng level to One Star Dou Sheng.

"Should we chase it?"

Yao Wan could not help asking. She could still grit her teeth and hold on a little longer. Leaving aside everything else about the Life Spirit Flame, as long as she had enough Dou Qi, her injuries could be healed in the blink of an eye. When she had stopped Gen Sheng and Kan Sheng just now, Yao Wan had suffered some minor injuries too, but she had immediately transformed them away during the battle.

Hearing this, Zi Yan silently shook her head. After all, not everyone could be like Yao Wan, who had forcibly held off two Dou Sheng and could still breathe properly afterward.

"We can't catch up—you alone could hold them back, but if you wanted to win..."

"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"

Before Zi Yan could finish speaking, the long sword formed from the golden liquid in her palm slowly rippled, then burrowed back little by little from the blade into her fair fingertips, until it finally vanished without a trace. At last, she could no longer force herself to hold on, and a dazzling arrow of