Under Qin Chu's single retort, Moile could no longer hold on, her will was on the verge of collapse... no, it had already collapsed.
Her soul trembled incessantly, and her voice, like a wailing cry:
"What else could I do?"
"Mr. Qin, tell me, what can I do?"
"This was the most hopeful path I've found among countless threads of destiny..."
If there were a true body, Moile would likely be in tears.
The burden of a thousand years, the weight is unimaginable... Moile's will had been incredibly tenacious, but she had reached her limit.
Qin Chu looked at Moile with a hint of pity in his eyes.
The bodies of both Shaye trembled slightly. Moile's voice, like a cry, seemed to pierce their souls like a sharp knife.
Finally, Great Shaye stepped forward, her scarlet eyes quietly staring at the Goddess in front of her: "You say you left one-third of your soul in the heart of the Evil God... so between the two of us, if you absorb one, you'll be whole again, right?"
