Her body shattered like fragile porcelain, with every piece of flesh turning into a bloody mist in the air.
Before she could even let out a scream, her Divine Soul was torn to shreds by an invisible force.
Finally, even the drifting blood mist was completely unraveled by the nine chains surrounding her, leaving no trace behind.
"I'll give you one final chance," Yan Wuming withdrew his fingers, and the chains slowly moved around him.
"Although the Soul Search could cause some backlash on one's destiny..." he suddenly bared his pearly teeth, "but this small price, I can afford to pay."
Xuanyuan Hao looked at the dispersing blood mist where Consort Chen had stood, his face a mix of blue and white.
He truly couldn't understand what exactly Zhou Qing had done to attract such a terrifying being.
