Until the short-haired man disappeared into the white fog, the Female Cultivator Liao hesitated slightly, then followed and flew into the fog.
But at this moment.
"Ah!"
A sudden scream erupted from the white fog, which even Divine Sense couldn't penetrate.
Chu Ning, listening from below the mountain, recognized clearly that the scream was from Brother Yu.
"Brother Yu... Ah!"
At that moment, the voice of the beautiful Female Cultivator Liao also came through.
The next moment, a disheveled figure flew out from the white fog.
It was indeed the beautiful Female Cultivator Liao.
What made Chu Ning's heart slightly tighten was that the Female Cultivator Liao's right hand was dripping with blood.
Below the forearm had disappeared completely.
The cut was abnormally smooth, seemingly severed instantly by something incredibly sharp.
As for the short-haired man of the Beast Taming Sect, he never appeared again.
"Could it be?"
