Pei Su Su and Bai Wei were in a fierce battle full of flashes of light, collisions of purple origin fire, and the sound of swords colliding.

Just after Pei Su Su blocked several strikes from Bai Wei, she saw Zhao Jiuge’s attacks arrive. She immediately retreated and was prepared to disengage.

Zhao Jiuge held the Cold Underworld Sword in his hand as he coldly looked at Bai Wei. A familiar fragrance drifted into his nose.

Zhao Jiuge had one arm around Pei Su Su and asked with a look of concern on his face, “Are you alright? Let’s withdraw.”

“Let’s go.”

Pei Su Su’s aura was a bit messy, and she only gave Zhao Jiuge a short reply. As for Zhao Jiuge taking advantage of the moment, she was angry but also found it funny. After going through two battles, she only had the energy to roll her eyes at him.

On the other side, San Wu withdrew the formation when he heard Zhao Jiuge’s words. The golden formation melted and then he quickly rushed over to Zhao Jiuge and Pei Su Su. He didn’t head over to escape with them, but...