Lu Yaoyao struggled to climb out from the pile of rubble, blood continuously spilling from the corner of her mouth, her pale face filled with despair and anger.
Yan Sen, however, turned a deaf ear, instead looking at Zhou Qing with eyes wide open, the shock in his gaze turning into a mad curiosity.
"Interesting..." He licked his cracked lips, a twisted sneer tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Is it the special seal Han Yi left in your minds? Then I must see, whether her restriction is strong enough, or my divine sense is ruthless enough!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he attacked again, this time clearly more cautious.
But nonetheless, as soon as his divine sense entered, before he could even detect the surrounding environment, it was torn apart again.
As if devoured directly by something inexplicable.
This made him groan again, his own divine sense also transmitting a painful fracture.
