The Black Wind King seemed to have sensed something, suddenly stopping his actions, staring intently at Gu Jiao.
The middle-aged swordsman also joined the duel. Gu Jiao, who had only recovered half of her power, was not their match.
Thus, there was only one solution.
The last time she lost control, she did not completely lose her mind, perhaps because it was resolved quickly, or perhaps the blood aura wasn't dense enough.
Now on the battlefield, the scent of the blood mist nearly enveloped the entire sky, and every pore of her felt the lure of the blood aura.
Perhaps this would be her irretrievable loss of control, more severe than any time before.
She would fight until the last ounce of strength.
There was no retreat; the Hei Fengqi were falling one by one, the sacrifice too great.
She must kill them!
She must kill Chu Feipeng, end the battle!
The middle-aged man frowned as he looked at Gu Jiao: "What does this kid want to do?"
