With a soft hum, the sturdy bars of light blocking everyone's way, gleaming with a cold, dim luster, instantly dissolved into specks of light and vanished into the air.
Almost the instant the prison door opened, Ye Yinzhu rushed inside.
He dropped to one knee on the icy floor and, with painstaking care and a heart full of fear, helped Zi, who lay facedown on the ground, into his arms.
Feeling the cold stiffness of the body in his embrace, Ye Yinzhu's voice choked with a measure of despair. "Zi, what happened to you? Look at me! It's me, Yinzhu!"
Zi's stiff neck finally moved.
With agonizing slowness, he drew back the gaze that had been fixed on An Qi outside the cage,
then slowly lowered his eyes to look deeply at Ye Yinzhu, mere inches away.
There was no warmth for his brother in his eyes, only an ash-gray numbness, with a trace of grief and despair buried in their deepest depths.
Just as Ye Yinzhu thought Zi was finally about to answer him, something changed abruptly.
Zi's arm, which had been hanging limply at his side, suddenly shot up. With his five fingers pressed together, he drove his hand viciously toward Ye Yinzhu's heart, without warning or mercy!
Squelch!
A dull, teeth-grating sound of tearing flesh abruptly exploded through the silent prison cell.
Ye Yinzhu was a mighty God King. In terms of strength, few in the world could have harmed so much as a hair on his head.
Yet now, facing the dear brother he had once trusted with his life, he had not raised even the slightest divine power to protect himself, leaving his chest completely unguarded.
He froze completely, as though struck by heavenly lightning.
Ye Yinzhu stiffly lowered his head and stared dumbfounded at