Ye Fengsheng lowered his head, looking at Ying Luo, who was still supporting herself to launch conditional counterattacks, squinting his eyes and saying, "If you don't save yourself, you'll truly become alchemy." If you saved me, neither of us might survive."
The Clear Heart Formula spun rapidly within his body as Ye Fengsheng looked up at the sky over the stream. After judging the number and power of the cultivators based on his senses, he thought for a moment and said, "Don't blame me. If we don't solve these issues first, neither of us will get out."
Then, he reached out his hand, once again opening Ying Luo's right eye. After the rapid spiritual traction, the spirit around his fingertip suddenly stopped. Ying Luo's overburdened body trembled involuntarily, and a fluffy white tail appeared.
