"Until you give up on entering Burial God Mountain. Anyway, I don't mind fighting with you for half a month again."
Hearing this, Grandfather Jun angrily left with a flick of his sleeve. As soon as he thought of his pitiful granddaughter, tears would stream down his face again.
At the same time, in a considerably dangerous mountain range in the Central Province, Hong Luan spun in the midst of a group of spirit beasts. Viciousness dominated her eyes as her attacks mercilessly pierced through the chest of those spirit beasts.
Encircled by so many spirit beasts, Hong Luan was severely injured, but even so, she was able to support herself through pure willpower. Finally, the last spirit beast fell. She coughed and spat out a mouthful of blood. Her gorgeous face palely shone under the rays of the sun.
