After Lil’ Purple’s hands formed signs, she then tapped on her forehead and the shackles broke off from her forehead before coiling around Zhuge Qingyun several more times. When she was done, she hugged the Snow Heed Sword and flew to the sky before she weakly collapsed on the horse’s back.

“Quick, leave! The Divine Frost Chain can’t hold him back for long!” Lil’ Purple said while she gasped for breath.

Hearing what she said, Lil’ Red started galloping on the surface of the ocean as though it was running on flat land. When it galloped, a piercing noise resounded that tore space apart.

As for Feng Jue, he was being lifted on Lin Yun’s shoulder, while swaying from left to right as Lil’ Red galloped. But what made Feng Jue feel that the situation was even more unacceptable was the fact that he was actually being carried...