The Wailing Mountains
The short-tailed cat hid inside the cave, listening to the continuous explosions and the sound of sharp weapons cutting, and couldn't help but feel a deep sense of worry in her heart.
She timidly poked her head out, looking towards the core of the battlefield.
At this moment, Tang Ruobing, who was battling with several of this world's top-level powerhouses and countless alien races, had blood oozing from her head. Her beautiful azure long hair was draped down, making her look rather forlorn, and one of her arms had been severed. The blood from the wound slowly spread across her magic robe.
"Deputy Commander?"
"It's nothing."
Tang Ruobing's voice remained calm, like dead water without the slightest ripple, everything was within her plan.
