In the sky, the "Li Wei'an" lightly flicked a finger, and a crystal-clear, dazzling core rose up from the dust. Then countless specks of dust wrapped around it, forming a Yuan whose face was frozen in eternal pain.
Only unlike the real Yuan, this suffering Yuan seemed like a ghost, and this ghost was wrapped around by countless dark red cocoons.
At this moment, neither the ghost nor "Li Wei'an" paid any attention to Wen Xishu, who possessed overwhelming combat strength. On the contrary, they turned their gaze to Zhou Xiaoxiao.
"Xiaoxiao… my good child."
Yuan's and Li Wei'an's voices overlapped as one, and that voice seemed to carry a certain Magic Power, bewitching Zhou Xiaoxiao.
Zhou Xiaoxiao's mind surged in an instant, his eyes turning somewhat clouded:
"Mom… Yuan…"
He walked forward involuntarily.
Wen Xishu suddenly blocked his path:
