Fuh Qingyang's face was about to turn as black as charcoal, and Fuh Xueemei's wailing echoed in his ears, making him tremble with anger.
Fuh Xueemei wasn't severely injured, but the residual spiritual power of a Middle Stage Concentrating God cultivator still had some attack power. Plus, with Chu Qianyan's restriction, Fuh Xueemei couldn't actively defend and took the full brunt of the spiritual power damage.
Her originally flawless face was now pitch black, unrecognizable.
Her long hair suffered more; most of the strands hanging down were burned off, with a bald patch on top of her head.
She was wearing a vestment robe that could resist water and fire, so her body wasn't much harmed, but her face and hair were in a sorry state.
"Pfft..." Ye Ci couldn't help but make a sound, knowing it was inappropriate and hurriedly said with an awkward expression, "Sorry, I let out a fart, don't mind it."
Qiann Yan: "..."
