The moment Ye Xishui appeared atop the Star Luo Imperial Palace, her gaze swept across the surroundings, and her brows instantly drew tightly together.
The situation Long Xiaoyao was in was truly dire.
This Dragon Emperor Douluo, who had shaken the entire continent, had now had his lower body and right arm severed at the waist.
A bizarre black spatial vortex was attached to the opening in his upper body, continuously pulling his remaining flesh inward.
"Xiaoyao?"
Ye Xishui looked stunned as she stepped forward and asked,
"You were only dealing with a junior..."
"How did you end up in such a sorry state?"
Long Xiaoyao spat out mouthfuls of blood. Clinging to the last shred of consciousness, he desperately forced a few words through his teeth:
"Xishui..."
"You... must be extremely careful of him!"
Before his voice had even faded, Long Xiaoyao's consciousness blurred.
Ye Xishui's expression darkened, and she did not dare delay in the slightest.
With a turn of her wrist, a pitch-black little tower instantly appeared in her palm.
This was none other than the quasi-Tenth-Rank Soul Tool, the Grim Reaper Tower!
With a whoosh, a dark beam shot out from the Grim Reaper Tower and instantly sucked the dying Long Xiaoyao into its inner space.
"Hmm?"
However, the instant Long Xiaoyao entered the tower, Ye Xishui's expression changed drastically.
"What kind of power is this?"
She was shocked to sense an overwhelmingly domineering spatial devouring force coming from Long Xiaoyao's ruined body.
That force clung to him like a shadow, actually attempting to destroy the quasi-Tenth-Rank Soul Tool completely from the inside out!
"Not good!"
Ye Xishui was horrified. She hurriedly focused her mind and frantically activated the Divine Power she had painstakingly condensed from the Holy Spirit Cult's inherited secret art of the Holy