“It’s time to leave.” Jiang Xiaorou said lightly.
Behind Jiang Xiaorou, the “Skyfox” elites were all extremely loyal to the Desolate race. They loved and adored Jiang Xiaorou.
They also knew that their entry into the Soul Tomb was very likely one of no return, but no one deserted her.
Jiang Xiaorou opened her arms as her wide sleeves fluttered in the wind, like a leaping red flame. As for the white bone staff in her hand, she pointed it at the sky.
A mysterious power immediately gathered above her bone staff.
Winds began to swirl from all directions as the flying beast beneath her growled.
The wind was gathered into a unit by the bone staff and following a smile from Jiang Xiaorou—
Boom!
A wind column suddenly rushed skywards at the black clouds.
As if the sky was pierced, bright, warm sunshine came shinning through the hole.
Jiang Xiaorou lowered her bone staff and she just walked past the beast’s head. As if she was walking on a pavement of sunshine, she walked towards the large entrance of the Soul Tomb…