The remaining members of the Blood Race were all brought out, and under the direction of Little Miracle Healer, the guard cultivators each took charge of one, maintaining a firm grip so they couldn't budge.
Looking at the woman in front of them, beautiful as a flower with a full figure, the Blood Race all revealed expressions of disdain.
Huang Liang's cruel methods had not been able to subdue them, so what could such a woman, gentle as water, possibly do?
