"That's the cry of Little White Jiao," Xiao Xian felt the despair and pain in the howl of Little White Jiao, her heart souring as she silently urged, dumplings, you must pull through.
Above the clouds, the lightning temporarily vanished, as if devoured by something, "Dumplings, this is bad, Little White Jiao is risking it all," Xiao Xian was anxious in her heart, but she had already pushed the Cloud Ascension Technique to its limit, barely keeping herself suspended midair without dropping, trying to ascend further was as difficult as scaling the heavens.
Her heart was ablaze as if oil boiled, Xiao Xian exhaled, knowing it was pointless to panic now, she calmed down. She squinted, her gaze fixed on the Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors by the side of the Thunder Wall.
The Spiritual Rhinoceros Scissors turned northward, and as the sky's lightning ceased temporarily, the intimidation of the walls on all four sides also slightly lessened.
