As soon as that eerie cold voice rang out.
Ji Li immediately let out a scream of terror and despair, then once again threw herself into Mu Jinyu's arms, trembling as she said, "Senior Brother, save me, I don't want to die..."
Mu Jinyu frowned slightly, seeing Ji Li's mental state on the verge of collapse, unable to speak clearly, and likely to interfere with his actions. He sent a hand chop towards her.
"Ugh..."
Ji Li let out a muffled groan, her eyes rolled back, and she instantly fell unconscious.
Mu Jinyu circulated True Essence Power, gently moving Ji Li to lie quietly dozens of meters away, then turned to look at the newcomer.
The newcomer wasn't young.
He was a middle-aged man, about forty or fifty years old, with a dark, thin face, a stern expression, holding a black-painted sword, and looking at Mu Jinyu cautiously.
