Nianyang began to gasp for air, her face rapidly turning crimson.
The dark mist was too strong; even if she used all her spiritual energy, she couldn't resist it. Instead, it made the dark mist more excited and spread even faster.
No, if this continues, the old lady will lose her life.
Nianyang gritted her teeth, almost biting her gums until they bled.
Others only saw her struggle, but no one knew that Nianyang's body was getting hotter and hotter; she already felt she could barely hold on.
But she didn't give up.
Her hand's speed increased even more, and the silver needles in her hand were swapped with such rapidity that it made people dizzy watching.
Shi Nuan, who was closest to Nianyang, could tell that Nianyang was in a very bad state. She was extremely worried, afraid that Nianyang wouldn't have the strength to go home later, or that there would be an accident. She quickly walked to the side to call Chu Zhan.
