The heart tightened suddenly, pain and anger madly surged in, nearly engulfing Yue Jinghua's reason.
"Qing Pu, put me down, I won't be impulsive anymore," Yue Jinghua squeezed these words out from her throat with difficulty.
In her dark pupils, undercurrents were faintly stirring.
Yue Jinghua was enraged; she had never been this angry before.
In the Divine Ruins, living a half-human, half-beast life for several months, viewing human life as worthless, all of this was exchanged for deceit.
The four Destructive World Saber Wheels formed by the Transmission Array were like four tornadoes, having destroyed more than half of the Wizard Village.
Death, with cold arms outstretched, devoured the lives within the ruins.
Qing Pu sighed gently, loosened the Witch Robe, placing Yue Jinghua down.
Yue Jinghua indeed did not act rashly; she simply stood quietly on the wall, looking distantly towards Zhuqiu.
