The female cultivators of the Shouxin Sect fell from the sky like dumplings, their faces pale blue and purple from the poison infiltrating their bodies, each one frowning and falling into a coma.
"No!"
Wen Ling's eyes reddened instantly, and as she spread her fingers, vines quickly sprouted, wrapping like ropes around several female cultivators.
"I will definitely take you back!" she cried tearfully.
The Poison Pattern Clam released another poison arrow, but before it could hit Wen Ling, it was frozen into an ice block and fell.
Jiang Han, whose face had also turned somewhat dark, flew in front of Wen Ling at this moment. Even though she was poisoned, her gaze remained determined.
"Junior sister, go quickly, take them back, I'll hold off the Poison Pattern Clam!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Ling's tears became uncontrollable: "No! Senior sister, if we're leaving, we'll leave together!"
"Quickly go! Do you want all of us to die here?!"
