"Master, can I eat her?"
Gazing at He Muyun, Jiaojiao's ruby eyes gleamed with an unusual glint.
In her eyes, a Crystal Realm cultivator was a delectable tonic!
And as Jiaojiao spoke...
HISS.
A Nine Netherworld wind began to blow. Its frigid aura chilled He Muyun's entire body, and a bone-piercing chill crept up her spine.
In a mere instant.
He Muyun felt as if everything around her was receding and dimming.
It was as if she were in a dream, the world around her suddenly shattering and dissolving into darkness.
The deck beneath her feet seemed to transform into an abyss.
And she was plunging endlessly into it.
Time... space... it all seemed to lose meaning...
Magical Power... Divine Sense... she couldn't summon any of the powers she relied on...
Despair welled up within her.
"That's enough, Jiaojiao. You can't eat this one."
Su Ye's calm voice suddenly rang out, shattering the dead silence.
SWISH.
