390. Let's call you Xiaojin!

If looks could kill, Di Minghan would have been slashed to pieces by Black Evil already! Di Minghan didn't care about Black Evil's anger at all; his attention was now focused on Mo Jiuli's position not far away.

Since Black Evil and Di Minghan spoke through dark energy, no one else knew what they said, and they saw only the angry glare of the man in black clothes at the man in the red dress...

Which made everyone feel a bit puzzled...

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Mo Jiuli sighed helplessly. As much as she was reluctant about her breakthrough to the Divine-level, she had no choice. Now, she could only take one step at a time...

At this moment, she gently sensed the situation within her body and, with a thought, a cluster of flames appeared on her fingertips – no longer the Black Flame from before but a Golden Flame...