Suddenly, a flash of icy light appeared.
A safety shield made of ice appeared in front of Nan Qi.
The knife couldn't pierce the safety shield; it remained embedded directly in the shield's surface.
"Qilin, stop being so arrogant."
Fu Yu lashed out at Qi Lin with her ice whip, this time using all her true energy. Each lash carried a murderous aura capable of causing mountains to crumble and the earth to split, determined not to stop until she had subdued Qi Lin.
Even a high-ranking immortal lord cannot withstand ten lashes.
"Hungry."
"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!"
Even with his skin torn and flesh ripped open, revealing the white bone hidden within the sword's blade, Qilin did not fall. The black energy gradually transformed into flesh and blood to fill the gap.
Qilin clenched his claws, and the muscles all over his body clenched up as if cracking, continuing to expand like bubbles.
It quickly broke through the ceiling of the inn.
"Hungry, kill; hungry, kill."
Qilin's bloodshot eyes darted towards Fu Yu, and he effortlessly lifted the inn and slammed it hard onto the ground.
Fortunately, Fu Yu reacted very quickly and was already in mid-air.
But the splinters of wood still scratched her cheek.
Following his master's orders, Ming Teng was using magic to relocate the local people to a safe place.
A golden light suddenly flashed before my eyes.
The image of Fu Yu flashed through my mind.
The summer night's sunset dyed the sky blood red.
Fu Yu stood in mid-air, blocking the massive Qilin alone.
Ming Teng clutched his chest, panting heavily.
This scene feels so familiar, so painful, I want to cry.
Did your mother look at your father in the same way back then?
What was she thinking at that time?
Ming Teng didn't understand before, but now he finally does.
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