Rustle...
All the demon beasts were so frightened that they flew out, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
Some, too terrified, even crashed into buildings in the distance, while others were cowering in corners, shivering uncontrollably.
The scene was ludicrous, yet it chilled one's bones to the core.
This sight was incomprehensible, leaving Mo Ci's face, usually so cold and frosty, completely dumbfounded.
But she had no time to think, for Sikong Jing was charging at her again. Mo Ci flickered to the side, desperately shouting, "Cross Saber Sect elder, help me."
She had completely let go of all her pride and was now pleading for help.
As she spoke, Wu Zhenzhi was momentarily stunned, but then he declared heartily, "Fine, but I want a Universe Grade saber in return."
Even though Mo Ci had kicked him before and threatened him,
