"Now is the time!"
A shout rang out.
Facing the collapsing body, Qingluan strode forward without hesitation, her left hand holding a Soul Summoning Bell that shook incessantly. Even Lei Chuyu felt somewhat dizzy, his eyes full of shock, while his few brothers had already completely halted, seemingly captivated by their Divine Souls.
He discreetly moved closer to his junior brothers, though he could sense no malice from Qingluan, yet when she mobilized her Spiritual Energy, he, a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage, actually felt threatened by her!
He stared intently at the beautiful woman whose face was painted with a comical mask. He had thought that Jiang Feng's group must have some reliance to make it this far, surely possessing some skills, but never imagined this woman to be so formidable.
"Spiritual Energy condenses, Golden Core cracks, Nascent Soul takes form."
