The sharp whip-end, made of some unknown material, dug deep into the flesh and steadily bore towards He Qing's bones. It seemed as if the world around had fallen silent, the only sound being the flesh tearing.
He Qing gritted her teeth, feeling a scorching pain around the wound as if it were being seared by fire, unbearable agony beyond words. Through her limbs and bones coursed a liquid as if ants were scuttling, as hot as magma, making every pore want to curl up in pain.
It took her great effort to barely suppress the cry of pain that almost escaped her lips.
——Just a moment ago, she had thought she could block Mingjue, but as soon as she used too much Spiritual Power, the Netherworld Fire within her body seized its chance to surge forth.
Not to mention the damage the Netherworld Fire did to her body, but that instant of intense pain made He Qing subconsciously shrink back, allowing Mingjue's whip to drill straight into her shoulder....
"Thud!"
