What appeared, of course, was not the true form of Demon Emperor Lanling, but merely his clone.
However, this clone was extremely powerful, condensed through the Heaven-reaching Dragon Tower, extracting the bloodline power of eight hundred Tomb Priests to form a Dragon Emperor clone.
The dissipated soul of Fu Lingxi gathered once more, the wound on her chest healed, and she opened her eyes, fully resurrected.
After resurrection, Fu Lingxi saw Lanling's figure once more.
There was no ecstatic success from opportunism, no kneeling in flattery, only tears rolled down like a flood.
The former her, completely extinguished familial affection, sparing no means for gains, had become a power-driven automaton.
Just now, Huai Bingyi pierced her heart with a sword, smashing her soul.
In the moment of death, her life flashed across her mind like a movie.
What was that feeling?
Nauseating, cold!
Disgusted with her former self, cold towards the power she once craved.
