Suddenly, Aunt Yi slashed her wrist, letting blood drip down her hand as she hummed those ancient curses again, trying to forcefully contract Zhen Ye. Only by contracting him did she have a chance to kill Ling Chuxi.
Zhen Ye had managed to endure that intense pain with great difficulty, and had just relaxed a little when he felt an icy cold qi aura invading his mind, trying to control his divine consciousness.
Zhen Ye been holding in a whole stomach full of fire, and now he was enraged. A mere human wanted to control him! Blinded by his fury, he didn't care whether his bloodline had fully awakened as he raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, and a qi flow like a wave of fire surged towards Aunt Yi and Qing Lingyan.
