C1295 All the Male Cultivators in the World Have a Spare Tire 67

"Bai Mochen …!"

Su Daji's fearful exclamations echoed out in the blood-red sky.

After the violent clash of auras, there was a momentary silence in the four corners of the sky.

Su Daji's eyes widened as she stared helplessly at the black figure that was rapidly falling from the sky above her.

That was … Bai Mochen!

Su Daji pushed off with the tip of her feet and steadied herself