Yun Qing was, in the end, just an ordinary person. Assailed by a fierce pressure of Primordial Qi, her mind felt as if it were struck by an immense force, instantly plunging into chaos.
She felt as if she were being torn apart by some immense force, her body and soul both enduring unbearable agony.
Yun Qing's face was as pale as paper, as if all the color had been squeezed out of her by the formless pressure. Her eyes lost their focus, and her consciousness began to blur.
Her body trembled violently, as if every single nerve was suffering an unspeakable agony.
And Fang Yue, the one responsible for this, simply watched with cold indifference as the beautiful woman before him appeared to be undergoing brutal torture.
Once her consciousness had completely dissipated, Fang Yue spoke in a low voice.
"You and the organization behind you—what are you trying to do? Why did you target me? And who told you my whereabouts!"
