Seeing Wen Nanxi's condition, and the injuries on his body, Su Muyao was almost on the verge of collapse, her eyes blazing with fury.
Her Nanxi, who was always so noble and elegant in his daily life, had never been so disheveled and haggard.
It was him, no mistake.
The main body was gripping his neck with his hand, speaking something indistinctly, seemingly extremely angry.
But Wen Nanxi seemed extremely weak, allowing him to do so.
Su Muyao's heart was burning with anxiety. She hadn't seen Wen Nanxi in a long, long time, and she missed him terribly.
The moment she vaguely saw him, she clearly felt the trembling of her heart and the ever-expanding longing.
Yet just when she wanted to see more, a powerful force suddenly retaliated, shattering the Immortal Phoenix Spiritual Body instantly. Su Muyao clutched her chest abruptly, spewing a mouthful of blood onto the Magic Compass, staining its entire surface, and the Compass absorbed the blood.
