"Ahhh! You ants! How dare you—"
His eyes were bloodshot, with a strange black air flowing in them. His aura suddenly changed, and the evil spirit hidden in his body suddenly felt this powerful pulling force, as if it was going to be pulled out alive.
That evil spirit was no pushover. Just a remnant of it could easily extinguish Long Aojun's Phoenix Divine Fire. This showed what serious consequences would result if it became furious!
"Your Highness, tell him to control it and don't let the evil spirit out!"
Shen Wuyou is now using her demonic power to control the Soul Separation Formation. Even though she has stacked several layers of formations just in case, she still finds it difficult to peel it off smoothly.
Long Chujun looked at the person struggling in pain within the formation, his eyes flickered slightly, as if he couldn't bear it, but it was only fleeting, and then he said gently:
"Qingyun, hold on, you promised me, right? You can do it, control it."
As soon as these words came out, the frail Qi Qingyun actually regained control of his body. He gritted his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, and his face was filled with pain, but he still tried hard to endure it:
"I can...I can..."
But it hurts...
His body felt like it was being torn apart, his head ached like needles, yet it was also like drowning and suffocating, so unbearable. Despair swept over him, and his consciousness gradually became hazy and weak, his eyes gradually became dull and unfocused...
I felt confused and as if I was floating in the clouds, as if my entire soul had been pulled out and was drifting aimlessly in the vast air.
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