"W-Was I sent back?"
Liuli stared blankly at the familiar surroundings, sitting there in a daze, on the verge of tears.
He clearly saw that I was injured, so he should have known I had run into a powerful enemy. Instead of taking me to get reinforcements, he sent me right back into the tiger's jaws? Damn it, what kind of ancestor are you?! Could you be a Soul Clan spy?
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Just as the Young Girl was furiously grumbling about that mysterious old man in her heart, a string of explosions and waves of air blasting toward her pulled her back to reality.
Brushing the dust from before her eyes, Liuli slowly rose from the ground and looked toward the camp.
Under the moonlight, dozens of strong individuals shrouded in Dou Qi of various colors were taking turns bombarding the white barrier enclosing the spot where the tents had stood. Among them were four figures whose every gesture caused the very space in this region to tremble.
"Did all the Dou Zongs come?" Liuli murmured softly. After thinking for a moment, she took a deep breath and slowly walked toward the camp.
She could not abandon those three.
Meanwhile, faced with wave after wave of overwhelming bombardment inside the tent, the three had long since given up any thought of resisting. They could only huddle within this patch of ground less than fifty feet across, like trapped beasts.
Nalan Yanran frowned deeply. Through a gap in the tent flap, she locked eyes with the black-robed man standing outside the barrier, her heart filled with anxiety.
If Mo You was here unharmed, then what had happened to Miss Liuli? Could it be...
Nalan Yanran shook her head and cast aside that terrifying thought.
The black-robed man seemed to