The soul injury is too severe and irreversible.
She still wants to ascend to the fourth stage, to become a grandmaster of Charming Skill, she cannot ruin her future for the sake of killing a single Meng Chuan.
Her body traced a graceful trajectory, once again slipping into the void, avoiding the trampling of the giant elephant.
In her heart, she secretly pondered that she must find a chance for a "kill" strike...
At the same time, Meng Chuan remained composed, sitting steadily as if fishing.
With eyes tightly shut, he firmly suppressed the tremors of the great wisdom root...
Seeing his behavior, Feng Ying'Er's beautiful eyes flickered, as she exhaled a fragrant breath, rolling her small tongue.
She appeared from the void above Meng Chuan's head, aimed at his abdomen, and dove down.
Pa!
Something hard struck her slightly open face.
Feng Ying'Er's expression was one of utter shock.
