The moment she opened her eyes, she saw the Spirit Destruction Sword stopping dead before her, along with that Petrified Hand covered in cracks.
Like an iron clamp, it gripped the destruction falling from the sky, utterly unmoving.
It gripped the destruction falling from the sky.
Ji Jue!
Once again, he had held up an absolute wall and stood before Wen Sheng.
Those half-smiling eyes looked at her.
At this moment, it was just like that moment back then—except it was fucking worse than back then.
Wen Wen could almost imagine how lively things would become when this scene reached the North Mountain Team... This time, she might be socially dead for years.
Why did this guy always show up whenever she most wanted to die?
Yet all those complaints and accusations seemed to vanish without a trace when she saw that smiling face, leaving only a sigh that sounded almost relieved. "You've been asleep for so long, Ji Jue."
"Yeah. I almost didn't wake up. Sorry."
Ji Jue wiped the mud and Dust from her face. His fingers hissed beneath the burning Dragonfire that had run out of control, rapidly decaying into ashes.
He looked like a shattered statue.
Minerva's Matrix stood on the verge of collapse. Her soul was splitting apart, her body was broken, and destructive Dragonfire flowed from within her like blood, spreading and surging without end, burning that familiar face beyond recognition.
It was so tragic.
No matter how he wiped, he could no longer find any trace of what had been there before.
Sin Corruption had taken root; it could not be shaken.
"Sorry, did I scare you?"
Wen Wen suppressed the bitterness in her heart and laughed at herself. "This is what I really look like. I suppose everyone will be disappointed..."
"Huh?"