But even more than that, there was a cold, resolute finality.
She did not speak.
Her body of flame had long since lost the ability to produce human speech.
Yet her actions carried more impact than any words.
She raised her other flaming hand and clenched it in the air at the struggling, shrieking Ghost Wife!
"Aah—!!!"
A shriek so piercing it barely sounded human tore through the sky!
Ghost Wife's limbs—those ugly grayish-blue arms and legs—rapidly melted and vaporized like wax beneath the enveloping golden flames!
There was no blood, only black smoke and a pungent stench of burning flesh!
The excruciating pain twisted Ghost Wife's face beyond recognition. Magical energy surged wildly within her as she tried to resist, but before heavenly fire, it was utterly futile.
In just two or three seconds, Ghost Wife's limbs had completely vanished. Only her bare torso and head remained, still tightly bound by the flaming chains. Like a Viper stripped of its fangs and claws, she could only writhe helplessly and make ragged, dying sounds.
Jiang Feng's gaze remained indifferent. As though discarding a filthy piece of trash, she flicked the flaming chains and hurled Ghost Wife's limbless body from the air, landing it precisely on the ground not far in front of Zhao Yulin with a dull thud.
Dust rose into the air. Ghost Wife's mangled torso twitched as her venomous eyes glared fixedly at Zhao Yulin, then fearfully turned toward the Flame Queen in the sky. Muffled curses and groans spilled from her mouth.
After doing all this, Jiang Feng slowly descended, though she still hovered in midair. Looking down from above, she fixed those golden flame-burning eyes coldly upon Zhao Yulin.
That gaze was far too complicated.
There was hatred—hatred that he had been so easily deceived, hatred