C1184 Despair

Shen Qingluan's jade-like hands tightly gripped the edge of the Divinity Formation, her elegant face turning incomparably pale.

"Master …" "You, help your junior!"

She transmitted her voice to the elders several kilometers away from the battlefield in her mind. This was the woman's last straw of hope.

Twelve miles away, in the air, tens of elders, both male and female