C63 Hades' hell

The current situation was extremely critical. Thirteen Innate Ranked Rankers pounced on her with all their might, and even the usually wise and farsighted Murong Fenghuang was now frowning. Cold sweat was starting to form on her palms. Situ Qingtian held his sword tightly, preparing to counterattack right before his death.

's face paled from the pressure from the impact. After all