He Lan Tianxia

Seeing the white-haired woman gradually losing ground under the attacks of the two masters, she didn't want a chaotic battle and wanted a quick victory; at this juncture, continuing the fight would only put her at a disadvantage. However, how could Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master not guess her thoughts? The more she wanted to escape, the more they blocked her way, unless she abandoned Princess Yan'er, whom she was absolutely unwilling to do. If she abandoned Princess Yan'er, falling into the Xuanmo Cave and the Lihentian would have been a wasted experience; after all this trouble, she refused to accept it.

The white-haired woman went mad at this moment. She found an opening, ignored the attacks of the two people and the two fire dragons, picked up the seemingly intangible large disc of the vortex array, and turned to retreat.

Ha! Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master had to abruptly withdraw their punches halfway through the fight. The two thin, fiery dragons, however, were different; they relentlessly pursued the white-haired woman's large disc like demonic beasts. Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master chased after them again.

The white-haired woman panicked upon seeing this. She immediately jumped into the large disc, using one hand to restrain the unconscious Yan'er, while her other hand somehow gave a powerful jerk, sending the large disc soaring into the sky. Then, she tore a dark cloud and hurled it behind her.

Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master were suddenly blinded by dark clouds, and when the clouds were cleared, the white-haired woman had vanished.

Good heavens, it actually disappeared in his Lihentian. The Pavilion Master turned his head to the side and heard a sound of airflow in the upper right. Without thinking, he chased after it, and Murong Junlan also took off into the sea of ​​clouds without hesitation.

The sea of ​​clouds surged and churned, billowing and rushing like a giant dragon soaring through the clouds, its momentum magnificent. If Yan'er weren't still in the white-haired woman's hands, this would surely be a breathtaking, secluded paradise. If one hadn't come here in person, no one would know that there was another sky within the Xuanmo Cave's Lihentian realm; perhaps this was the mysterious and enchanting secret of the Xuanmo Cave. As for whether this sky was real or not, the few people locked in a fierce battle had no time to investigate; saving lives was the priority.

The white-haired woman abducted Yan'er and fled. Unable to discern directions, she desperately sped along the large disc, the whistling wind masking the footsteps of those chasing her. Despite her precautions, the white-haired woman couldn't prevent Yan'er, whom she held captive, from waking up unexpectedly.

Wow, where am I? Yan'er felt her legs go weak. Is this an airplane? Oh, it looks like one. But where's the seat? I can't see any chairs. Oh dear, it seems like her feet are dangling in mid-air, or rather, suspended in the clouds, but this speed seems faster than an airplane. Oh dear, it seems like she doesn't have a parachute. I have acrophobia, and it seems to be more than just acrophobia. Yan'er dared not move, not even her head. Fortunately, her eyes were shielded from the wind by the arm beside her, so she could barely open them. Reality told her that at this moment, she absolutely could not move; one movement would mean certain death.

Where is Prince Murong? Where is the Pavilion Master? Where did they both go? There's nothing here. Flying in the sky is like undergoing tribulation.

Murong Junlan and the Pavilion Master, who were chasing behind, were also unaware that Yan'er had woken up because of the swirling clouds and mist. The group ran through the sky as if they were on the ground. Yan'er was worried that the white-haired woman might run out of strength at any moment, just like a plane that runs out of fuel and will suddenly brake and crash. The white-haired woman might be able to escape, but Yan'er, a person who had lived through the 21st century, would never be able to do such a thing. She was only hanging by a thread.