The indignant voice carried a fierce killing intent reverberated through the air. Driven by anger, the Nascent Soul cultivator's voice boomed like thunder, jolting the airflow in the sky and causing fluctuations in the air.
While being pulled away to escape, Duan Ye looked back and saw that his Flame Lion was still surrounded by the flame on all sides. He yelled hurriedly, "Flame Lion, run away!"
The two Nascent Soul cultivators were on their tails, one was chasing the Flame Lion while the other was chasing Duan Ye and Ning Lang. Hearing Duan Ye's shout, she snorted coldly. "Take care of yourself! Don't worry. When you die, your contract beast will follow behind!"
Seeing the Nascent Soul cultivator speed up and closing the gap between them, it seemed that she was going to reach them in the blink of an eye. Duan Ye gritted his teeth. "Ning Lang, let go of me, I'll fight it out with this old witch!"
