Kun Ling clutched his head with both hands, his face twisting in pain, yet he could never recall what he had experienced that had caused him to lose most of his divine soul and memories.
But his instincts told him that his current state was, nine times out of ten, inseparable from that female cultivator from before.
Unable to remember, he simply could not be bothered to think about it any longer.
Kun Ling drew a deep breath and calmed his restless emotions, his eyes fixed coldly on the Law Storm still raging in the distance.
She had ruined him so thoroughly. Killing her just like that would be letting her off far too easily!
Unfortunately, the Law Storm had completely spiraled out of control by now. Even if he wanted to do anything else, his heart was willing but his strength was lacking.
Yet at that moment, a sudden change arose.
The originally violent Law Storm abruptly became much calmer.
Kun Ling's gaze sharpened. Had the power within the Law Storm been released so quickly? It did not seem quite right...
Thinking of a certain possibility, his expression changed drastically, and he instinctively rejected the thought.
Impossible. After the Law Storm had been strengthened several times, even he could no longer control it. How could some female cultivator who had appeared from nowhere possibly subdue it?
Yet reality was not swayed by his thoughts.
The Law Storm was like a lion with bristling fur that had been stroked smooth, becoming docile once more as it retracted its sharp claws and fangs.
Kun Ling's face darkened as he stared fixedly at the gradually calming Law Storm in the distance. His sense of foreboding grew stronger and stronger.
Not only had the female cultivator trapped in the Law Storm not died,