Gu Xiaoxi watched all of this, beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolling down her forehead.
But she couldn't open her eyes or move.
The purple mist gradually enveloped her.
All of this happened too fast…
She wanted to roar and stand up, but no matter how hard she tried, it was useless.
The Nascent Soul's sword was about to strike Quan Shaoqing.
Just then, a phoenix cry suddenly rang out from the edge of the sky.
A ten-meter long phoenix with rainbow-colored feathers flew swiftly towards them.
The phoenix's long cry instantly halted the spread of the purple mist.
The Nascent Soul was shocked and, without thinking, sheathed his sword and fled.
He felt danger, fear creeping more profoundly. This Phoenix had been locked in a barrier by him for six hundred years; how could it have escaped?
During the time he was sealed, what exactly had happened?
He had almost forgotten the issue with the Phoenix.
