Jiujiu grabbed a few strands of her silver hair and pouted. Suddenly, the hair turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye. Moments later, her three thousand raven-black strands swayed in the wind.

In the dense forest, a roar shattered the tranquility of the mountains. Feng Muqing calmly sheathed her Biluo Sword with a sigh.

Ever since she had clashed with those Magical Beasts, the ones around this area were, at most, only Level 3, making the battles ...