A violet glow flashed into appearance, and then the violet mink appeared in front of Yang Ye and Xiao Yuxi. She gazed at them, blinked, and then turned to look at Mo Qingyu who’d almost vanished from the end of their fields of vision. The little fellow’s eyes instantly lit up upon noticing Mo Qingyu’s unreal speed, and then she raised her little claw and waved it….

As she dashed swiftly, Mo Qingyu gazed at the golden bell-shaped cover in her hand, and her eyes revealed undisguised excitement and happiness. If it was in a battle, then perhaps she would be a match for the joint forces of Yang Ye and Xiao Yuxi, but if it was in terms of fleeing, then even if the amount of Yang Ye’s and Xiao Yuxi’s were multiplied by 10, it would still be useless before someone like her who had comprehended Wind Intent!

In other words, the Ninth Hell Cold Gale definitely belonged to her!

When she thought up to here, even someone as composed as her couldn’t help but reveal a trace of a smile on the corners of her mouth. However, right at this moment, her pupils suddenly constricted, and then her figure twisted strangely as if her body had been broken into two and forcefully moved around 30m to the side. As soon as she’d moved away, a ray of violet...