Lin Dong grasped the spirit and soul of the Winged Angel in his hand, then imprisoned it within the Drought-Maiden Horn.
He planned to refine it after the battle had completely ended.
At this moment, his gaze fell upon Pravina.
Pravina's hands were clenched into fists, her fingernails deeply embedded in her palms, yet she did not feel the pain.
Her eyes were filled with disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that everything before her was real.
It seemed she hadn't yet reacted, that the Winged Angel, a Triple-Heaven Martial Artist, had dissolved into nothingness under Lin Dong's sword.
Her body trembled slightly, fear creeping over every inch of her skin like cold ice.
Pravina knew well that her strength wasn't much different from the Winged Angel's, and yet Lin Dong could defeat him with such ease. How then could she face the impending decisive battle?
