The Golden Palm closed, and Wei Zhi's seemingly tough limbs snapped.
Amidst her sharp screams, blackish-red blood seeped out from the gaps between the fingers of the Maitreya's giant palm.
"Chu Yi's death was his own fault!"
Song qingxiao's cold voice entered Wei Zhi's soul. Her limbs were broken and endless pressure came from all directions.
The strong spiritual power rushed into her veins and stirred her internal organs and sea of consciousness.
At the moment of life and death, the first thing that came to her mind was not her lover's face or her hatred, but the scene outside the starry sky many years ago.
At that time, she and Chu Yi were ordered to kill song qingxiao.
The two of them were clearly of a higher cultivation level than her, but song qingxiao's explosive potential made Wei Zhi feel uneasy.
It was as if he could never be killed!
