"Wha..."
The Abyss Lord's eyes instinctively contracted, wanting to retreat.
Too late.
When he came to his senses, an illusion-like whisper sounded by his ear. A hand reaching out from the reflection had already pressed onto his face.
Immediately, forward!
The void-like five fingers seemed like a phantom, penetrating his face, flesh, bones, even his brain, slowly tightening until it clenched his soul.
Easily, naturally.
It was he himself who opened the door to invite the thief, bringing the evil fruit to himself, offering his own soul into that hand.
"You... what exactly... are you... wha..."
The Abyss Lord stiffened, as if suffocated, his eyes rapidly contracting, reflecting the silent, sinister smile under the Black Flame, inching closer.
Even too late to speak.
Unable to restrain, a scream burst forth!
The Sea Abyss shook together!
At that moment, unlike Jing Zhen's upheaval, an explosion from his soul occurred.
