Snake Molt

Yao Wan froze slightly, almost thinking her eyes had blurred.

Xun Saint, who had indirectly taken control of this stretch of heaven and earth through the blood wind, could not help but furrow her willow eyebrows as well, clearly even more surprised by the intruder before her.

But before Xun Saint's words had even fallen, she abruptly sensed that behind the vermillion figure almost merged into the blood wind, a massive shadow was darting swiftly along, making her blood-red eyes suddenly contract.

"Who said no one would come?"

The cool voice, carrying a hint of languidness, filled the howling wind and was quickly drowned out, yet Yao Wan and Xun Saint both still heard it perfectly clearly.

Xun Saint instinctively felt that something was not quite right, but she truly could not say where that intense sense of strangeness came from.

"Why are you here? You came out of seclusion?"

Looking at the bewitching figure that had suddenly appeared beside her, Yao Wan could not help asking instinctively.

"If I had not come, you would likely have been trapped here until you died today."

She did not bother with pleasantries, nor did she even look at Yao Wan as she spoke.

"Then how did you find this place? She said that even with my Soul Power, after entering the range of this Demon Cocoon, I'd have no way to send messages to the outside world."

Yao Wan coughed softly. Being rescued by her right now really did make her feel strangely embarrassed, while her instinctive grumbling and muttering also scattered into the wind. "Otherwise, wouldn't that be terribly awkward for her...?"

"..."

Faced with this inexplicably unreliable woman, even Medusa, who had already spent quite some time with her, could not help falling speechless.

Only after a long while did