"Lan Jia!"
Lou Luchuan's normally calm and elegant demeanor changes to one of extreme panic. He gazes in that direction, instinctively raising his hand, wanting to intervene despite the distance.
But the woman is determined, the blade sinking deeply into her fragile sternum.
Blood splashes violently.
A scream echoes in the sky.
The chilling wind passes by, a cold shiver seeping into everyone's bones.
Rage sparks in Jiang Ruan's eyes. She's quite far away, and despite her exceptional agility and speed, the other side is indeed a supernatural existence.
Lan Jia took the perfect timing.
Without giving anyone a chance to stop her.
Lou Xingyue's body convulses, her eyes glaring red towards them. Strangely fixated on Jiang Ruan, she seems unsatisfied, but soon she lets it go.
She's dead.
And this woman will not survive either!
Eventually, she and Fu Chi will be separated by life and death, and she won't be able to reunite with her brother.
"Control her!"
