Altimatia had never been this afraid before.
For her, whether in the past or present, this was the first time she had ever tasted such a feeling.
It was like scorching flames, yet also like an icy current flowing down Altimatia's throat and deep into her stomach. Altimatia could even feel her stomach being corroded and pierced. Then this terrifying, bizarre energy continued dripping downward, clinging to the bones, flesh, and organs on the inside of her body, slowly and relentlessly eroding and occupying every inch of their surface.
No, don't do this! Let me go!
But this wasn't merely a change on the physical level. Altimatia even felt her soul begin to waver along with it. The thoughts in her mind gradually descended into chaos, as if an invisible hand were opening her memories like files, browsing through them, and then tossing them aside.
The memories Altimatia had once discarded and even sealed away appeared in her mind once more. But at this moment, Altimatia couldn't even stop it all. She could only pray and beg, hoping that the other party would stop wantonly toying with her memories and soul.
But...
As if I give a damn about that!
Duanmu Huai, who was rifling through Altimatia's soul, decisively tossed aside her faint cries of anguish. He had no interest in whether this woman lived or died. What Duanmu Huai wanted to find was the connection to the Dragon God rooted deep within her soul! He had already sensed it—that evil, nauseating stench, like the smell wafting from a shattered toilet bowl. Now all he had to do was follow the smell, find it, and kill it!
There!
Duanmu Huai kicked open the door in front of him, and the surrounding Mental World immediately let out a shrill scream. But