As the seven stars shine brightly.
Xia Feng noticed that the mist in the sky above was growing denser, rapidly transforming into a deep purple.
Soon, the purple sky seemed to collapse, descending rapidly below.
Xia Feng's expression changed slightly: "Run."
It seemed that reaching the top of the tower was indeed impossible. Xia Feng realized he had underestimated Moluo Saint Shepherd's methods.
Mu Qingtong's expression was solemn. She too recognized the descending mist and reacted quickly, following Xia Feng further downward.
Miao Master looked at the sky, shook his head: "I have the Red Moon Sacred Seal on me, I can't run away anymore, you guys go."
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What? Old lady, why did we come here if you're not going to run? For tourism? Xia Feng glanced back.
One of their group's purposes for coming in was to rescue Miao Master. If Miao Master doesn't leave, wasn't their tower entrance in vain?
A waste of effort.
