Jasmine covered her nose while revealing an uncomfortable expression on her beautiful face below the veil of muslin. As the young mistress of Deva Clan, it was the first time such a bloody smell had assailed her nose. After one whiff of it, she felt like she was going to faint.
It was also the first time she had been reduced to the level of ordinary people. Without cultivation, she couldn't even use the charming techniques of Deva Clan.
Damn it.
She raised her head and looked at the man sitting on the high platform on the third level, and a wave of rage rose in her heart.
While she was being absent-minded, a strong, stinky gust blew at her. When Jasmine sniffed it, her mind went blank.
A shadow appeared in front of her at that moment and extended its glowing sharp talons toward her. When they were about to strike her, a flash of a blade appeared from the left side and forced the black shadow bak.
