1357 The last one alive

Early in the morning, when the first ray of sunshine fell, the warm sunshine made the slumbering Feng Jiu's fingers move slightly and gradually awakened. When she recalled the scene before she lost consciousness, Feng Jiu opened her eyes abruptly and jumped up.

"Eh?"

She let out a cry of surprise. After she sprang to her feet, she noticed the wounds on her body. Even her broken bones had been repaired? Her body was free of injuries.

"That's strange. How did all my wounds get healed?"

She looked around with surprise, but the old woman's figure had disappeared and a small cauldron was lying quietly at her side.

She picked it up and looked at it. "This is an ancient divine cauldron, the Divine Reaper Cauldron." Even if it was covered with dust, she could still see the small characters on the cauldron.