The autumn wind was biting, and maple leaves continued to drift down, making the atmosphere grow so tense.
At this moment, in this valley, before the chase unfolded, Qiu Yuan Dai bit her lips tightly, her gaze cold, emitting waves of murderous intent.
She was holding Wen Chanyi's neck directly in her grasp.
The golden stream flowed ceaselessly, each trickle releasing an icy breath that made one's hair stand on end and their spine turn cold.
As the Demon Queen, her strength was formidable, and even more so since Wen Chanyi hailed from the forbidden lands of the mountains and seas.
The kind of suppression belonged to the level of bloodline and soul, a natural existence that simply couldn't be erased. She was certain that if she wanted to kill Wen Chanyi, all she had to do was apply a little more force with her palm, and she could snuff out the other's soul immediately.
Moreover, Wen Chanyi deserved to die. She was indeed worthy of a death sentence.
