A faint sweetness rose in her throat. Tang Wu swallowed the blood surging up her throat and looked warily at Thunder Venerable, whose body crackled with lightning. As expected of a Venerable—even a mere avatar was far beyond what an Eight Star Dou Zong like her could contend with.
The people of the Wind and Lightning Pavilion and the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan burst into wild laughter, their attacks growing several degrees fiercer as they relentlessly assaulted the seven elders of the Starfall Pavilion and Burning Flame Valley. The latter's faces began to pale. Were they truly going to perish here?
"Alliance Chief, Alliance Chief, where are you? Hurry and save us!" A Starfall Pavilion Elder looked toward the four Earth Demon Puppets and cried out tremblingly, unwilling to die here.
Huang Xuan's face twisted viciously as he threw back his head and laughed. "Haha, does Nalan Ye dare come here? If he dares to save you, we'll take the chance to kill him too!"
Feng Qing'er remained at the rear and did not join the battle. Hearing this, her delicate brows furrowed slightly. She too realized that Nalan Ye was not here...
Then where was he?
A wave of unease welled up in her heart. Feng Qing'er frowned as she thought, failing to realize that she was worrying a little too much about Nalan Ye. Since birth, she had never cared so much about any man.
"This is the Ancient Ruins. Could Nalan Ye have gone to obtain some supreme treasure, while these people before us are merely bait meant to draw our attention?" Feng Qing'er's heart suddenly jolted. If that was true, then they had likely fallen for his scheme again!
Toying with such a large group of them in the palm of his hand—not once, but time