A hint of joy flashed across Yin Yanan’s eyes as she grabbed the soul crystal. She nodded at Nie Tian before turning back and dashing towards the meteor where the Frost Blood Python was.

Blood dripped from her body as she did, filling the air with a strangely sweet smell.

She had also been seriously wounded by Xing Beichen’s sword lights, and had yet to stop those wounds from bleeding.

Qiao Yunxi snorted disdainfully and said, “Why did you give her a soul crystal? ...