Zhan Qisheng was dazed. He knew that no matter how high Nüwa's cultivation was, she could not have blasted through his chest with such force without him noticing a thing.
But what on earth was going on?
"Xiao Zhan!!!!!" Yingning screamed, accelerating toward Zhan Qisheng.
The three monks behind him were also terrified by the sight. They turned and fled in panic.
"Supreme Pivots who sow chaos in this world..." Nüwa said slowly. "Stop."
The moment she said "stop," all three monks froze in place, unable to move a muscle!
"W-what's going on?!" The three monks stared at their bodies in disbelief. There seemed to be no Magic Power restraining them, yet they simply could not move.
"You deserve to die," Nüwa said again.
The moment "deserve to die" left her lips, a massive hole appeared in each monk's chest, just like Zhan Qisheng's.
Dong Qianqiu silently watched everything unfold before her, towering waves of shock surging through her heart.
Her whole body trembled faintly. She had completely lost her composure.
Yingning finally reached Zhan Qisheng. Her hands were trembling too, but she remained clearheaded. With a slight movement of her fingers, she immediately formed an ice flower over his chest.
The ice flower grew into Zhan Qisheng's flesh, temporarily stopping the bleeding.
Even so, large tears still streamed down Yingning's face.
Because she could clearly see that Zhan Qisheng no longer had a "heart." He was only still standing here because he was lingering at death's door.
"X-Xiao Zhan..." Yingning was so frantic that she did not know what to do. She had completely lost control of her expression, her rage, hatred, pain, and anguish all gathering on her face.
Had she known this day would come, she should have made peace with Zhan Qisheng sooner. If she had