As Qing Yueqiu, surrounded by gargoyles, heard the enemy single out her master by name and demand to take him away,
her eyes suddenly flashed crimson, as if a sea of blood was churning within them. A tidal wave of killing intent erupted, nearly drowning her reason.
But just then, Lin Qianyan's voice, like a cold spring, reached the young woman's ears. Carrying a soothing and guiding tone, it suppressed the rising killing intent in Qing Yueqiu's heart, allowing her to calm down slightly.
'Yueqiu, don't be rash... I can sense the aura of a Void Refining Great Cultivator in that White Bone Boundary Stele Tower. Besides that, there are no fewer than ten experts at the Divinity Transformation realm.'
'Even though the four of us are far stronger than others at our level, this is Demon Race territory. The enemy could be reinforced by even stronger Demon Cultivators at any moment. If we act recklessly, we'll be at a great disadvantage.
