Fine stone chips fell from the shoulders of the giant divine statue.
They rustled down.
Mu Wanqiu sensed something was wrong... She looked up and faced the giant divine statue gazing down on her.
That indifferent and ruthless face seemed to reveal a faint smile.
A strong sense of crisis surged in her heart.
But it was already too late.
At the moment their eyes met, a pitch-black glow flowed and gathered at the "Traveler's" forehead, where a straight blazing light shot out like an arrow, piercing through the floor of the great hall and completely engulfing the spot where Mu Wanqiu stood—
"Swoosh."
The biting wind caused her clothes to flutter.
A streak of ghostly black shadow narrowly brushed past the area of the light beam.
Mu Wanqiu looked up in a daze at the figure that appeared at the critical moment, "carrying" her out of the danger zone.
