On the golden flying vessel.
Mo Shiyu's painful struggle grew increasingly intense. Tears soaked her temples as her consciousness sank into the deepest purgatory of fear.
In the nightmare woven by Little Bu, one that struck directly at the most vulnerable part of her heart, she witnessed her parents' tragic deaths with her own eyes.
Yet the nightmare did not end.
Instinctively, Mo Shiyu wanted to call out for and seek the one she had always relied on.
That's right!
She had Xia Yuan!
Xia Yuan was the strongest. He could kill Ultimate Terror and avenge her parents!
"Xia Yuan..."
"Xia Yuan..."
Mo Shiyu looked around and called out, unaware that she was trapped in an illusion.
Little Bu sneered at the sight and shook his head. "Human spirit contractors are far too fragile. Without your contracted spirits, you're nothing. Fine, I'll grant your wish. It seems you have something even more terrifying to fear..."
The next second.
Xia Yuan appeared before Mo Shiyu, the one she regarded as a god and had placed all her trust and dependence in.
The dazzling golden armor covering his body was so blinding that she could barely look at him directly.
"Xia... Xia Yuan..."
She stretched out a hand with difficulty, her voice almost inaudible and filled with pleading.
However, Xia Yuan slowly turned around.
Those snake eyes, which should have been crimson and arrogant, were now as cold as ice that had endured ten thousand years. There was not the slightest warmth within them, only naked contempt and... weariness.
He looked down at her from above as though she were a pile of disgusting trash.
That gaze instantly plunged the already suffering Mo Shiyu into an abyss!
Mo Shiyu: "Huh...?"
She had never expected Xia Yuan to look at her with such