The Fifth Holy Spirit remained silent, and Wang Xuan chuckled as he observed her.
The Fifth Holy Spirit of the Merfolk Race was enveloped in a misty haze; her figure was graceful and tall, her face charming and pure—truly a peerless beauty.
Her demeanor was pure and clean, yet because she had always been in a high position, she exuded a noble aura. Such a beauty was pleasing to the eyes.
Yet, as a captive, the Fifth Holy Spirit felt a bit uneasy being so brazenly observed by Wang Xuan.
"Do what you will, kill or torture!" the Fifth Holy Spirit spat with hatred.
One hand clutched at her chest, the other covered her lower abdomen, her face full of vigilance.
Although she didn't know how this human might deal with her, she was prepared to sacrifice herself for the Divine Teachings and would never betray to survive.
