Seven hundred meters.
Six hundred meters.
...
Gradually being pulled by that blood-red cavern, Han Qianlong's old face, which was like ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, also turned a bit unsightly.
"Hmph, you want to swallow me? Not a chance!"
A trace of coldness appeared on Han Qianlong's old face. As long as she resisted the innate divine technique of this beast, it would fall into a period of weakness, and by then, she could kill it with a flip of her hand.
"Royal grade divine ability, Frozen Prison!"
Han Qianlong's eyes were icy, and the surging ice spiritual power within her roared out, shattering all the blood-red threads around her.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A swift ancient spell seal was formed in Han Qianlong's hands, and the ice spiritual power within her flooded out like an unreservedly fierce torrent.
Boom!
