"Feng Zhihuan..."
The voice of the Emperor Robe youth was extremely penetrating, swirling in the tranquil night.
Feng Zhihuan was different from other disciples of the Ash Sect, as the Magic Artifact·Phoenix儀九霄 Robe granted her the ability to fly, but she didn't dare to soar through the sky.
The target was too large!
Lu Ran held the Connection Mirror in one hand, constantly refreshing it, searching as he flew.
"Feng Zhihuan, stop hiding, it's about time to set off..."
The Emperor Robe youth was like a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell, calling the woman's name again and again.
The "rustling" sound of shaking leaves, enough to make one's hair stand on end!
Behind a large tree, Feng Zhihuan tightly clutched the Golden Crow Weeping Blood Bow, subduing the restless Divine Weapon.
The Golden Bow, she could firmly control.
The fear was that the Bow Spirit might suddenly rush out and alert the enemy.
