The voice fell silent as several more Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunders descended, accompanied by screams of agony. These thunderbolts pierced through Feng Ruoli's limbs and chest, blasting her into the deepest recesses of her Sea of Sense. Her Sea of Sense was nearly depleted, with only a meager amount of Divine Consciousness Power remaining at its depths. At this moment, Feng Ruoli had truly reached the end of her tether.
"Wen Zhixing, spare me!" Enduring the severe pain, Feng Ruoli spoke, then took a deep breath. "Spare me! Si Nanyan is no match for Mu Yunqing. We must join forces to contend with him."
"It's too late!" Wen Zhixing's face remained resolute and cold. He pointed a finger forward, and another beam of light shot straight towards her.
"No..." This time, Feng Ruoli was truly afraid; she could clearly sense Wen Zhixing's intent to kill.
BOOM!
