The treasure she held dear in her heart had been hurt like this in the Netherworld Death Prison!
Xia Yao's heart was bleeding. She stared fixedly at the photo, etching Jiu Lan's face deep into her mind!
The space around Lan began to crack, and her expression turned icy.
Tears welled in Mira's eyes. Brother Jiangnan's radiant smile kept appearing in her mind, but in the photo, Jiang Nan had been beaten into this state!
How could she stand it?
"No one can hurt Brother Jiangnan! No one! That damned, stinking woman—I want her dead!"
The murderous intent in Mira's eyes was real!
Little Dimple and Bear Two both wanted to tear Jiu Lan apart with their bare hands.
She was smiling? She was actually smiling?
Olivia's face had gone pale with fright, and cold sweat ran down her forehead. She even wondered if she should've kept her mouth shut.
But she'd felt Zhong Yingxue and the others deserved to know. She'd expected this reaction, but seeing Zhong Yingxue Blackened to the point where she looked ready to erupt and kill someone, then burn Pioneer City to the ground, still scared her!
=????(?﹏? ????) "D-don't... don't do anything rash. Stay calm! Calm down, okay? From what I've heard, South God isn't dead. There are still secrets he hasn't given up!"
"H-he just went through some suffering, that's all. If you act like this, South God will only worry even more, okay?"
Wu Liang's entire body pulsed with blood-red light, his eyes bloodshot.
"＊＊＊ing Netherworld Race! Netherworld Death Prison, huh? I'll make you pay for laying a hand on Brother Nan!"
As he spoke, the muscles in his legs bulged. He leaped up, about to launch himself into the distance!
But just then, a giant black-flame hand suddenly formed, grabbed Wu