She felt that her soul, her life and death, now rested on a single thought from the Green-Robed cultivator before her!
"No!"
Everything had happened and changed in the flash of lightning.
Ye Qingwu simply could not accept it.
She had planned and laid her schemes for a long time, with meticulous care and caution. Her central aim was to reclaim the opportunity that belonged to her, and she had even considered the final cleanup beforehand. Every detail had been accounted for; everything was within her grasp!
Everything had also unfolded according to her arrangements, with almost no deviation from what she had envisioned.
Yet even so... something unexpected had happened!
That obscure Green-Robed cultivator, his face weathered and lined, looked every bit a wretched rogue cultivator who had struggled painfully to reach his current realm. In truth, however, his methods were terrifyingly unfathomable.
She had taken him extremely seriously, both strategically and tactically, and had opened with her strongest trump card.
She had used her last-resort [Gu Refining Secret Art].
Yet even then, she had been utterly crushed before she had a chance to strike a second time.
It had been so easy that she seemed to be the one at the foundation establishment middle stage, while he was at the foundation establishment late stage.
"How is this possible? It must be an illusion! An illusion!"
Ye Qingwu could not believe it. Fear filled her alluring face, and she shook her head as though trying to dispel the illusion.
Above all, the curse seal deep within her soul, clinging like an abscess to the bone and radiating a destructive will, and that unmistakable sense of absolute control over her life and death, told her with merciless clarity-everything was real!
The "illusion" was reality; her efforts were useless. Despair surged