The black-clad figure waved a great hand, and those people were suddenly uncontrollable, all lifted into the air. Subsequently, an unrivaled aura of destruction erupted from the mysterious figure's body, and under its sweep, boom boom boom—a cacophony of sounds as those of the Seven-Star Tower were all reduced to mists of blood, not even leaving a trace behind.
"Ah..." Witnessing this scene, Ye Qingcheng gasped in terror, her beautiful eyes gazing at the person before her, filled with an unrivaled sense of fear. How could she, in all her life, have ever witnessed such a cruel scene?
Additionally, the other party merely waved a hand, and those people dissolved like air into rain of blood. For Ye Qingcheng, this was only imaginable in movies. How could she not be afraid?
Even though she was the president of Qingcheng International and had seen the world, she was, after all, only human.
