The power of Wind Attribute Magic swept him up again and smashed him heavily onto the unforgiving ground, repeating this cycle a total of ten times before finally ending.
Elderly Fourth, covered in bruises and wounds, had managed to use his magic power to shield his vital points, preventing serious injuries. However, the ten bouts still successfully left him in considerable pain.
Ten hits for one? Elderly Fourth suddenly found this bizarre phrase flashing across his mind.
A man in red swiftly stepped into the cell. Without so much as glancing at Elderly Fourth, he walked straight over to Qin Sisi, bent down, and scooped her into his arms, his gaze filled with distress.
Qin Sisi struggled to open her eyes, her expression one of shock. "It's... you?"
Jiu Ge smiled faintly. "It's me."
Qin Sisi tried to say something else but felt her mind grow cloudy, her weariness surging uncontrollably.
