At the moment of annihilation, a cold hand heavily slapped the shoulder, and Sang Que took a sharp breath and came to her senses.
He Buning had a furrowed brow, and the knife burning with green yin fire slashed down in front of Sang Que.
The tongue of fire made Sang Que shudder all over, she forcefully broke free from He Buning's hand, stepped back three paces, and bumped into the straw man that looked just like her.
Sang Que turned her head abruptly and saw the straw man, her pupils shrinking suddenly.
She hadn't turned into a straw man, so what was that just now?
The feeling of being burned by fierce fire, the despair brought by pain and death was so real that, even now, she still felt the burning pain on her body.
"Sang Er, what are you standing there for?!"
