Purification

It was a small team of players led by Li Qingran.

Li Qingran's situation didn't seem as bad as what Lai Wei had described.

Her expression looked quite normal. She looked calm as she covered her arm with her left hand and walked at the front of the team.

When she saw Fang Heng, Li Qingran's heart relaxed for some reason.

Everyone went forward to meet up.

"Fang Heng." Li Qingran nodded at Fang Heng, "It'll be easier now that you're here."

Fang Heng went forward and sized Li Qingran up and down. Then, his gaze focused on her arm, "Are you injured?"

"Yeah, I met a troublesome character."

As Li Qingran spoke, she untied the bandage on her arm.

Hiss...!

When the surrounding players saw the wound on Li Qingran's arm, they all sucked in a breath of cold air.

A long and narrow cut had been made on the originally smooth arm.