Pharmacist's Wish and Shang Xinlei crossed the curtain of fire about to extinguish, and at first glance, they saw Ying Rushi's white hair flying in the wind. Beneath the damaged White Fox Mask was an eye like a solar disk, with molten gold as its base color, flowing with scorching flames. In the center of this sea of gold, however, were two clusters of indestructible blood flames, as if all the beings of the red dust were burning fiercely within.
But in the next moment, Ying Rushi closed her eyes and reopened them, returning to her usual restrained black eyes. Unlike Yan Qing's unfathomable gaze, hers was calm and amiable, without a hint of a Foundation Establishment Zhenren's oppression, which made the two thieves with slightly inferior strength immediately feel good.
"All the Baibao Guards outside have fallen, and the other troops have scattered into chaotic soldiers." Shang Xinlei nervously gulped: "Ying Le... is dead?"
