"It's Wen Qizhao and his group." Elder Yuan frowned and instinctively looked at Mu Qian, asking, "Should we help or not?"
He knew the relationship between Wen Jiaren and the Wen Family, and just now Wen Qizhao had also shown goodwill towards them first.
Looking at the mutated python, entirely green from head to tail, Mu Qian's mind suddenly became clear, as if a flash of inspiration passed through and everything became apparent. Without hesitation, he brandished the Divine Artifact Dragon Soul and decisively said, "Kill..."
And at this moment, Wen Jiaren was not buried under heavy, filthy mud as Mu Qian believed.
At the crucial moment, she and Ye Jiaren rolled to the side, the dirt only soiled their clothes but failed to cover them. Others who fell in were not as lucky.
"Haha, Wen Jiaren, it seems your luck has run out."
After the initial shock, Ye Jiaren regained her composure, her cold gaze firmly fixed on Wen Jiaren.
