The leaves on Mount Xianglu were falling in abundance. At this moment, even the voice of the Empress trembled slightly.
She gazed steadily at the Empress Dowager, her eyes filled with intense longing, identical to Xiao Rongxue's just moments before, thus a complete reversal had unfolded between them.
As the Empress spoke these words, despair weighed heavy on her heart, but she had no choice. She was cornered and, to capture the Demon Lord, she had to plunge him into the abyss of desire.
Thus ensnaring him with the Soul Locking Bell, turning him completely into her puppet. The problem was that the Demon Lord's power was immensely strong, and he had been too manic just now, akin to a horse in wild gallop.
Now she found herself wanting yet unable to continue matching the Demon Lord's frenzied pace.
She had to rest for a while and nurture the Soul Locking Bell, to make it stronger.
In such a situation, only the bewitching queen could aid her.
