Pig Dali was momentarily stunned, murmuring to himself, "Did I kill my future?"
It was only now that he felt the Daoist's thoughts recede like the tide, realizing he had regained control over his body.
"You killed your misfortune," a voice suddenly rang out.
Pig Dali turned abruptly, seeing She Guyu, covered in scars and blood.
After confirming that the skeleton was a test of the Land of Shenxiao, She Guyu's whereabouts were no longer a concern.
If She Guyu passed, it would naturally be fine. If not, it would likely be like those bubbles, silently bursting.
"I killed... my misfortune?" Pig Dali looked at her, still confused.
At this moment, She Guyu appeared extremely weak. However, the Peaceful Taoist seated in the Mirror World knew that at this moment, She Guyu, with red marks appearing on her body, was at her most dangerous.
The wounds covering her body seemed dense and hideous but were not debilitating—obviously exchanged during battle.
