Li Qingyan did not halt her movements; with a slight lift of her jade hand, two fiery sword shadows shot forth, pinning the bisected figure to the ground, and in a soft voice, she pointed to the two lumps and said:
"Prince Consort, take a look."
"...."
The glow from the fiery red flames allowed Xu Yuan to see the attacking entity clearly.
It indeed had the shape of a person; he could even vaguely make out the blurred features on its face.
Split vertically into two by Li Qingyan's blade, but eerily, no blood or similar substance flowed out from the bisected parts. Instead, countless tiny tendrils of flesh...
were spreading out from the severed connections, scuffling to reconnect the separated halves of its body.
Xu Yuan's scalp tingled, and he involuntarily stood up.
He turned and looked at Li Qingyan, his mouth twitching.
How unlucky can this woman get? It's not like she dragged him into this, right?
In the deadly silent Underground Palace, a level ninety outdoor dungeon.
