"Save you?" a cold, mocking laugh came from within the black shadow:
"Miss Jiang, on the Dark Star, my Divine Power is indeed not bound by the restriction, but—"
The black mist twisted and deformed, solidifying into a ferocious demon's claw.
A long, sharp nail lightly lifted Jiang Wanwan's chin. Dark Night's voice was like a hissing snake, "My Strength is not inexhaustible either."
His fingertip pressed down, leaving a bloody scratch on her fair, delicate skin. "What a pity. You missed the perfect opportunity."
"Female Master, we can't hold on much longer! You have to leave, quickly!"
Jiang Wanwan trembled and whipped her head around to look at the main hall—
Ling Yan and the others were being intensely suppressed by the Beast God's Shadows of Sheng Tianze and Xuan Ying.
She had never imagined that the Beast God's Shadow of the Holy Emperor Clan could be so powerful.
