Arriving beneath the rift, Su Yueli raised her brows. It was neither dark nor cramped inside; instead, it was a vast underground Primordial Ruins.
Broken walls and crumbling remnants rose from the ground. Black baleful Demon Qi intertwined with an ancient, desolate aura, while enormous bones of Primordial Fierce Beasts, each like a small mountain, lay scattered everywhere.
Su Yueli descended through the air, her toes landing lightly atop a massive boulder.
A few hundred zhang directly ahead of her, Motian Xing knelt on one knee, gasping heavily.
The Demon Qi around him had dispersed. Shen Huai'an's once lean and upright body was now clad in tattered clothes, its breastbone caved in, looking thoroughly miserable.
"Old rat, you picked a decent underground graveyard."
Su Yueli looked down at him, her gaze cold as ice. "I'll give you a dignified choice. Get out of Shen Huai'an's body, then... if you can withstand three punches from me, I'll spare your life today."
At her words, Motian Xing's mouth twitched, his eyes filled with grief, indignation, and stifled resentment.
Withstand three of her punches?
He was currently barely clinging to life through Shen Huai'an's body. His Heavenly Bone had yet to recover, and his world-shaking demonic arts could only barely display the power of the Twelfth Realm.
Not to mention three punches from this demoness—even if a single full-powered punch landed squarely, this battered body and remnant soul of his would turn into a wisp of ash on the spot!
"So... there's truly no room for negotiation today?!" Motian Xing rasped, forcing the words through clenched teeth.
"You sure talk a lot of nonsense."
Su Yueli's gaze turned cold. Too lazy to keep wrangling with him, she let her Qi and Blood erupt with a thunderous roar.
"Since you can't bear to come