C186 Antiscale Gun

Han Ziyun's white hair was stained with traces of the fresh blood of the Huang Beast in the wind. A piercing redness was contained within the white, causing her to appear even more beautiful when she glanced to the side.

At this moment, her left hand was tightly grabbing onto that arm. Even though countless of dire beasts were charging towards her, her eyes did not reveal a hint of panic