It's unimaginable how terrifying this night of fire in reality must be.
What has happened in the Imperial Palace?
Shen Tang struggled to maintain the spirit body, evading flames and searching among the beams, arriving at the late Empress's bedchamber.
Not far away were more than a dozen men in black robes, their faces covered, identities indistinguishable.
The leader among them was tall, his aura unfathomable, he had seized the late Empress, ignoring her cries and struggles, seemingly intent on forcibly taking her away!
"Xiao Jiu! Release her!"
Ji Lin was no longer the serene and elegant figure of the past, his snowy long hair hung in disarray behind him, his robes were tattered and stained with blood, the Nine-tailed behind him scorched by the fire's remnants, utterly miserable.
His eyes were scarlet, charging at the leader of the black-robed men like a madman, striving with all his might to reclaim his companion.
Unfortunately, the disparity in strength was too great.
