Fang Min clutched the bloody, mangled side of her face, feeling as if her world had collapsed.
Although Mo Qi's strike hadn't killed her, it had successfully disfigured her.
Would Wang Hao still love her now that she was disfigured? Fang Min knew the answer all too well.
"You want this idiot's bones? I refuse to grant your wish!" Fang Min swung her long whip, sending Uncle Niu's scattered remains flying into the distant Wailing Abyss.
"Go ahead and jump in to get them if you've got the guts!" Fang Min cackled maniacally, looking like a woman possessed.
Mo Qi, having just crawled out of the muddy ditch, saw this happen and unhesitatingly leaped into the Wailing Abyss after them.
For one, he could not allow anything to happen to Uncle Niu's remains. For another, his physical condition was terrible; if he stayed, Gu Dong and Fang Min would surely kill him.
He was still no match for a Refining God Realm cultivator.
