Pfft!
The sharp Ice Cone pierced through the throat and hit the ground.
A hole the size of a walnut appeared on the neck, blood gushing out profusely.
He Tiantian profoundly experienced that intense pain, clearly feeling her life force rapidly draining with the blood.
I... am I dead?
Somewhat taken aback, somewhat in disbelief, yet with an unmistakably lucid awareness.
So, this is what death feels like.
Thud!
The burly body collapsed on the ground with a loud thud; the once formidable "Demon Lord of Mayhem" had completely lost its vigor.
"Ding! The writer encountered an abnormal death, mission failed, deducting 1 point!"
At the moment her Divine Soul was torn from her body, a familiar mechanical voice echoed in the depths of He Tiantian's sea of consciousness.
He Tiantian's Divine Soul returned to the Dian Niang Book Library space.
"Ah, Tiantian, are you alright?"
