Wen Zhixing showed no tenderness for women as the Divine Consciousness Power he had condensed from thunder power forcefully drilled into Mu Maner's glabella.
BUZZ!
Mu Maner's body trembled, and a faint whimper escaped her lips. The disparity in cultivation between them was too great. With Wen Zhxíng being so domineering, she couldn't resist even if she wanted to.
The next moment, the scenes within Mu Maner's mind appeared before Wen Zhixing's eyes.
It's actually... so small.
Wen Zhixing's eyes narrowed slightly. Mu Maner's Sea of Sense was pitifully small compared to his. At best, it was only about several zhang wide, merely a small pond. Above the Sea of Sense, it was further shrouded in a heavy fog. As for the so-called divine soul, it was even more illusory, its expression wooden as it remained sunk at the bottom of the Sea of Sense. Moreover, the Sea of Sense was not particularly clear, but rather slightly murky.
"Soul Stealing!"
