Ning Xiaoxian was now naturally inside the God Demon Prison.
She walked out of the transmission array's circle of light, right into Changtian's anxious expression, and could no longer hold herself up, sitting down weakly on the ground. Even though Changtian already knew she had been stabbed, at the time, he had seen it from the Demon Eye's perspective, and while he could feel the horror of the stabbing sword, he hadn't had such a direct view as now, face to face.
