"It seems she has failed."
The Black Prison Demonic Beast sniffed Lan Ling'er's scent and could sense her life force rapidly declining. If not treated, she would undoubtedly die in one hour.
"This is no time to talk about that."
Ye Feng's face looked grim. He placed one hand on Lan Ling'er's back, channeling abundant Life Origin energy to stabilize her injuries, which then began to heal.
After a short while.
Lan Ling'er let out a charming hum and slowly opened her bright, clear eyes.
"M-Master, I'm not dead?"
She stood up, felt herself, and found that all her injuries had healed, her condition restored to its peak. She couldn't help but feel excited but quickly stretched out her right hand.
Whoosh!
Hundreds of thousands of strands of purple-gold aura emerged from her knitted skirt, coalescing into a three-inch-long small sword in her palm.
It looked pitted and its brilliance dimmed.
"The Guiyuan Sword... it's no good."
Lan Ling'er felt very sad.
