Lu Xiuying spoke gravely,
"Enough, hold your tongue for a moment."
Qiu Yong glanced at Zhou Yu with a sneer and fell silent.
Half an hour later, Master Sanhua finally succeeded in breaking the formation, and the dense ghost shadows gradually disappeared.
However, after the formation was broken, everyone had varying degrees of injuries.
Momo's left arm jacket had been torn, revealing many cuts on her delicate and pale arm, oozing blood.
Han Youwang, Li Mingdan, and others were also injured.
Only Qiu Yong, sticking close to Master Sanhua, was unharmed.
Qiu Yong wore a smug expression.
"Momo, this is just the beginning. The dangers ahead are greater. It's not too late to regret now," he said.
Momo completely ignored Qiu Yong.
Qiu Yong snorted coldly,
"Sooner or later, I will make you kneel and beg me."
At this moment, Zhou Yu spoke up.
"Momo, did you bring any herbs?"
Momo nodded,
"Yes, why?"
"Give it to me."