"Yes," the subordinate in the orange mask pressed the location button.
Above the palace, a series of earth-shattering bomb blasts suddenly erupted...
"No—" Chi Xingye cried out in fear.
The sky burst into flames as machines fell from above, piercing Chi Xingye's eyes with pain.
No, it can't be!
Her Chengyan won't die...
Chi Xingye couldn't convince herself and wept in grief.
It was her, all her fault!
Every tragedy arose because of her.
Never before had Chi Xingye loathed herself as she did at this moment.
She should never have existed in this world...
The dull pain, as if her heart was being carved out, overpowered the waves of agony from her abdomen.
The bombardment above her head continued, while in the palace, the eerie ritual music played on alongside the explosions.
Here, it was as peaceful as if it were in another world.
At that moment, Wang Jue's aged voice came again, "Priest, continue!"
