Whimper!
When Huan Qianqian's Primordial Spirit was forcibly awakened from her coma by external powers, she moaned and opened her eyes, only to be half scared to death by the situation before her.
In the cold and desolate ruins of the Demon City, ten or more men surrounded her at the center, all staring at her intently, their eyes glimmering with cold light, full of malice.
Under the sweep of these malicious gazes, goosebumps popped up all over her bare body, causing her to shiver and shrink into a ball.
If someone unrelated were to witness this scene, anyone with a semblance of justice would certainly feel compelled to leap out and "uphold justice" at this sight.
Yet, there had just been a great battle here, and aside from Zhouyang and other Nascent Soul Cultivators, which Cultivator would dare to come?
