It was Qian Ji, whom everyone thought was dead!
He wasn't dead after all!
The rolling toxic clouds and mirage qi obscured the area, with illusions filling all around, accompanied by sharp screeches that made one's head ache and ears hurt.
Suddenly enveloped by the mirage qi, the three of the Xuanguang Sect hastily used their defensive spiritual artifacts to resist. Liang Zhixing, shocked, reacted slightly slower, and his skin got a little contact with the toxic cloud, which in an instant corroded and festered open, with blood blisters sprouting, causing him to cry out in pain.
What's going on? After suffering such attacks, is this person still not dead?
At the moment when the mirage qi spread, Wang Yu seized the opportunity, broke out from the encirclement, and fled to the distance with his wounded body.
"Where do you think you're going!" Xu Chengyun and the other two rushed out of the mirage qi, each launching an attack towards Wang Yu.
