"Let go of me..." His inner soul was filled with countless wounds, continuously struck by the infinite blade light.
The soul was being severed, the excruciating pain was unbearable; he wished he could extinguish himself immediately, yet he was too powerless to do so.
"You beast, you won't even spare children!" Qin Ming swung the blade, severing his foot from his body, and simultaneously severing the consciousness soul light at the dismembered foot.
"Elder, save me, ah!" The black-clad youth's Light of the Soul fluctuated violently, his cries for help were extremely mournful.
The elder who was drinking tea had already leapt into the air at the first moment; the other side injured someone right under his nose and abducted them, truly causing him to lose face.
Centered on him, mysterious runes expanded outward in layers, and his right hand directly pushed horizontally towards the youth in the night sky.
