After the girl recovered from the pain, she bit her lip and walked away again, still ignoring it.
It seemed to have gotten used to her ignoring it, and did not take any drastic actions or get too close to her, keeping a distance of one meter.
Seeing that her foot was still bleeding, it was extremely anxious. As if it had thought of something, it ran down the mountain as fast as lightning.
Fifteen minutes later, Hua Qingyan finally stumbled down the mountain. She hid behind a thousand-year-old banyan tree and sat on a rock, ignoring the dirt.
Her face was deathly pale, her fair brows were furrowed, and her beautiful face was covered with beads of sweat.
Her slender, fair hand covered her slightly stinging left atrium, her breathing becoming slightly rapid.
In the dim light of the night, you could still see those delicate little feet, covered with bright red veins.
These injuries were caused by small stones while descending the mountain.
She looked down at the barren, muddy ground; this was the first time she had ever been so disheveled.
In less than half an hour, she had gotten herself into such a miserable state.
She couldn't help but scoff inwardly: "She really is good for nothing except for her beauty."
The black cat with herbs in its mouth was so anxious upon seeing this that it started pawing at the ground, trying to get the girl's attention.
It had just run down the mountain to gather herbs to try and stop her bleeding, but she ignored it as always.
But it still couldn't get angry at her, nor did it dare to be violent towards her.
She, a dignified goddess, had never been so disheveled.
It never imagined that she would go to such lengths for him, giving up her divine status to become a mortal!
Now, in order to save him, they are willing to enter the Three Thousand Minor Worlds to collect his soul fragments.
Just think how inferior it must be, the king of the demon realm, compared to that cunning dragon of the demon realm, that she wouldn't even glance at it.
If it hadn't sneaked into the Demon Realm and overheard a Demon Elder's granddaughter let slip that the Goddess Qingyan, who had disappeared from the Six Realms, had actually "willingly fallen" to the mortal world!
In order to enter these small worlds to find her, it had already used up half of its demonic power, and in the end, it could only possess this black cat that had no demonic power at all.
Without any demonic power, in this small world, a mortal could easily crush it with a single finger.
But it had no other choice; it couldn't let that hypocrite from the divine realm find her first, or it would have nowhere to turn for help.
That phoenix, relying on being the son of the gods, has always looked down on the demon realm.
However, he was also very aloof and pretentious. He clearly liked the goddess Qingyan very much, but he didn't say it out loud. In fact, he secretly poisoned the heartbroken and scheming dragon.
If it weren't for that phoenix, the dragon wouldn't have been shattered into pieces and scattered across the three thousand minor worlds.
Although no god, demon, or monster has ever dared to speak of this openly, who in the Six Realms doesn't know that the phoenix killed the dragon from the Demon Realm out of jealousy?
While it was still complaining about the so-called Son of God, Hua Qingyan had already stood up, found a thick tree branch to use for support, and started walking north.
Seeing this, it immediately followed, even though it was still digging in the soil.
As night deepened, the wind around them grew stronger.
The girl, dressed only in thin casual clothes, felt a slight chill. Her clothes, which had been soaked with sweat from the pain, were slowly drying in the wind.
She looked up and gazed ahead. The island had very few trees, and everywhere was sand, pebbles, and mud.
The chanting from the south continued, as if some kind of memorial service was taking place, and it never stopped.
Intermittently, she could hear indescribable sounds. Without guessing, anyone with experience in such matters would know that it was group sex.
Judging from the voices of the women caught up in lust, they must be local islanders. The girls who were captured have not yet been defiled.
Thinking of certain images, Hua Qingyan quickened her pace. She had to find someone quickly to rescue them and prevent them from falling victim to a cruel attack while they were still in the prime of their lives.
The blood from her fair, delicate feet slowly flowed onto the sand, mingling with the mud and dust.
A sharp pain swept through her entire body, and she could only walk forward with difficulty, bent over, one hand pressed against her chest, and the other hand supporting her on a thick tree branch.
Meanwhile, half an hour earlier, Ye Minghan had already taken a speedboat to Shura Island.
His eyes were filled with killing intent and bloodlust, like a demon ready to unleash a massacre.
The people on Shura Island are still unaware of the impending catastrophe.
They were still circling the enormous flames, humming unique incantations.
If you look down from above, you can see that the flame is hollow.
In the middle was a large open space, and on the open space was a wooden bed.
A person dressed in a black robe and wearing a mask was lying on the bed, so his appearance could not be seen.
This is the archmage they want to resurrect.
The Grand Mage is the guardian deity of their Shura Island; with him, Shura Island can remain safe and sound.
Since the Grand Master passed away peacefully four years ago, their lives have become increasingly difficult.
Not only were they starving, but they were also repeatedly attacked, killed, and plundered by pirates.
Unable to bear it any longer, they secretly examined the secret manual that the Grand Master never allowed outsiders to see.
This was astonishing; there was actually a "time travel" technique in the world!
It uses mirrors as a medium to "capture" women from thousands of nautical miles away.
They also saw the "resurrection technique," which claimed that the archmage could be resurrected using the blood of ninety-nine women.
With their faces painted with colorful paint, they were naked, humming songs around the flames, and performing actions based on ancient books.
They hope that at midnight tonight, their great mage will be resurrected so that he can lead them to regain their glory.
The girls, who were tied up on the other side, had fear written all over their faces.
They sensed the approaching danger, and even Han Ruowu's eyes were filled with unknown fear.
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