The Nether King's gaze slowly fell from her face to her abdomen.
Inside was the bloodline of the Soul-suppressing Beast!
Almost without hesitation, the Nether King raised his hand, powerful spiritual power instantly gathering in his palm, and with a swift motion, he struck toward Wen Xiao'ai's abdomen.
Wen Xiao'ai was startled and was about to block it.
But someone stepped in to block it for her.
The Nether King suddenly turned his head to look at Zuo Yan, his face dark, and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
"What do I mean? If you kill her, what will you use to threaten the Soul-suppressing Beast?" Zuo Yan retorted.
"I'm not going to kill her."
"That child in her abdomen is already over eight months old. If you kill her child now, can she still live?"
"..." The Nether King was momentarily speechless.
