An utterly absurd thought slowly floated up in the heart of the Demon Lord Arao, causing her heart to suddenly pound with fear!
The primitive instinct came too abruptly, making Arao's body's reaction faster than her mind's response.
She gradually felt a numb chill creep densely from her back to her nape, quickly spreading cold throughout her body.
Involuntarily, she looked down at the Divine Origin in her palm, flowing and shimmering like silver sand.
Half of the Divine Origin remained as it was, without the slightest damage.
The Yang Flame in the furnace of the Primordial Cauldron had not devoured her flesh and soul.
The Evil Beasts pouring down like Mo Sea flooding the earth were swirling around her like jade arrows through the forest, whipping up vast, terrifying torrents and sounds.
She stood amidst the raging bloody storm, all around her were furious roars, but their target was not her.
