Above Immortal Grove Mountain.
For the first time, unease showed plainly on the Many-Eyed Devil Lord's face, crowded with bloodshot eyes.
He whipped his head toward the Hatred-Severing Devil Lord, unable to keep the impatience from his voice.
"At a time like this, you're still fussing over that little Human-Fox Hybrid? That old Partridge Whistle will be here any moment. If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"
But the Hatred-Severing Devil Lord turned a deaf ear.
She curled her fingers. A jet-black demonic light welled from her palm and plunged straight into the center of Dong Qian's brow.
Something uncanny happened.
Qingyang Yu's demonic sword had plainly drained the blood essence and Nascent Soul from Dong Qian's body, snuffing out every trace of life.
Yet after the Hatred-Severing Devil Lord's demonic light entered her, it slowly drew a translucent figure from the bloody hole in her brow.
The figure was no bigger than a palm, its features identical to Dong Qian's. Curled up with its eyes shut, it seemed sunk in a deep sleep.
A faint moon-white sheen flowed across its surface, trembling slightly within the demonic light.
It was Dong Qian's Primordial Spirit.
Across the entire Kunwu Continent, scarcely a handful of people had cultivated a Primordial Spirit by the Spirit Transformation Early Stage.
Once the demonic light drew her Primordial Spirit out, its tightly shut eyes suddenly opened.
Dong Qian's mind cleared at once.
She looked down at her translucent body, then at the Hatred-Severing Devil Lord before her in a red dress and golden crown. Disbelief filled her eyes.
She had never imagined that this Devil Lord at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage would set her sights on her.
When Qingyang Yu's sword struck, she truly had no time to dodge.
But she had never been