The seven supremes had serious expressions on their faces: "We must kill her!"
That one person had seen through their divine skills, If word got out, the seven of them would undoubtedly be the weakest when facing opponents of the same level.
"Take advantage of her injuries, leave her behind!" the female supreme said in a deep voice.
The seven supremes didn't hold back, their divine skills continued to attack.
Qi Yuan stood behind, speaking rapidly, continuously transmitting messages to Ningtuo.
It was Qi Yuan's message transmissions that allowed Ningtuo to resist the seven supremes simultaneously.
Otherwise, how could the severely injured Ningtuo be on par with these seven supremes?
Half a day later, in the middle of a desert.
Ningtuo, like a kite with a broken line, fell from the sky, her face pale, her long black skirt stained red with blood.
"Cough...We made it out..."
Without the danger, Ningtuo seemed to be more relaxed.