Zhi'er cried, her small body shivering with each sob.
Seeing her cry like this, Feng Fuce lost the mood to bother with that demon any longer.
He was just about to console her.
However, the demon took the opportunity to break free from the black mist and was about to escape.
But just at that moment!
Ring after ring of thick and fierce mana rose from the ground!
Like knives, they ripped the demon's body apart, and countless rays of magic light pierced through its heart, shattering it, as its body slowly disintegrated.
The demon found it hard to believe.
Feng Fuce also looked at Bai Zhi'er.
Though the little one was crying, her eyes red, she still unwaveringly released her killer move with her outstretched small hand.
Jing Jia had sealed half of her mana, and Bai Zhi'er, using all her strength in this attack, was already exhausting her energy.
Yet, Bai Zhi'er's tiny face was filled with unyielding determination and ice-cold resolve.
