Outside the dungeon, Si Nanyan staggered to the ground as she fell from the void.
GURGLE...
The wind gently lifted her long hair. Her body shuddered, and fresh blood spurted from her mouth, staining her pale lips red.
The next moment, she poured a large number of elixirs into her mouth, which transformed into incredibly pure energy and began to aid her recovery. Of course, this required time.
Si Nanyan hadn't escaped far; or rather, she no longer had the energy to run.
This place happened to be a reclusive cultivation site. Unfortunately, due to a series of recent battles, the original secret chamber had already been reduced to ruins. Due to a shortage of manpower, the site had not been rebuilt.
Si Nanyan's gaze swept forward, only to see spiderwebs swaying in the wind among the broken walls and scattered debris. The damp crevices between the bricks were overgrown with mottled moss, exuding an air of desolation.
COUGH, COUGH, COUGH...
