Ye Xishui had never imagined that she too would one day be reduced to such a wretched state.
Her two broken forearms hung limply at her sides, twisted into a horrifying shape. Intense pain surged through her nerves wave after wave, making her entire body tremble slightly.
At that very moment, the strange force of stasis finally vanished completely.
She glared venomously at the figure before her. The blood-red glow gathered upon the Reaper Tower behind her suddenly turned white and shot forth without warning.
Ye Xishui was extremely close to Dai Yunze, so the complete Death God's Light surged before him in an instant, about to swallow him whole.
But just before that, a figure wrapped in overwhelming malice appeared out of nowhere and stood before Dai Yunze.
Within the darkness, Ye Xishui saw only a pair of tiger eyes stained blood-red and heard a low tiger roar, cold and vicious.
An incomprehensible power spread forth. The white Death God's Light abruptly stopped the instant it touched the figure's chest, then miraculously began to turn back, as though retreating!
Ye Xishui watched in horror as it happened. The Death God's Light dissipated at the tip of the Reaper Tower, and then this powerful Level-Ten Soul Tool seemed to suffer some inexplicable attack. Its crimson body shook violently, visibly becoming far more aged and dilapidated. In the end, a crack even appeared upon it.
Protected behind the suddenly appearing figure, Dai Yunze had been about to move when he froze. His completely black eyes seemed to regain a fleeting clarity. "Elder Qingya?"
The moment that name left his lips, the surrounding darkness trembled for an instant before rapidly beginning to disperse.
Qingya, his eyes blood-red and his face covered in black tiger stripes, turned to look at Dai Yunze. His