Hope (2)
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Qin Muyao's injuries recovered rapidly as the fresh blood entered his throat. His depleted stamina also replenished within seconds. He clutched at his throat, his mouth filled with the viscous taste of blood.
"Ready?" Ji Fengyan raised her brows at him.
Qin Muyao nodded.
Ji Fengyan pulled up Qin Muyao and flew with the ancient dragon out of the martial arts arena.
Using the Five-Blow-Thunderstruck as a cover, the demon army was blocked up outside the institute. Throngs of demons spanned as far as the eye could see, their numbers terrifying and over ten times before!
Riding on her flying sword, Ji Fengyan reached the desecrated high wall first. She looked at Qin Muyao and he nodded. She then put him down.
Qin Muyao once again activated his protective shield and wielded his sword. He surveyed the infinite number of demons before him with sharp eyes.
The ear-piercing howls of the demons overwhelmed even the sound of thunder.