C2394 A True Disciple of the Xuantian Sect

After being controlled for a few breaths, the Golden Bat King began to break free and charged towards Feng Qixi.

"No!"

Feng Qixi bit her lips, her face filled with unwillingness. She suddenly stepped forward, borrowing the sound of Zuo Xianzhi's zither to condense into a protective shield in front of her, and arrived in front of the Golden Bat.

"Seventh Festival