But just when that palm was about to land, the Demon Empress who had been seated in the palace suddenly had her pupils constrict, a look of horror appearing on her beautiful face, her eyes full of disbelief.
She wanted to control the palace and suppress Fang Yang once more, but for some reason, she found herself unable to move, as if she were imprisoned within the palace.
The air around her had frozen, relentlessly pressing in, leaving her without room to resist. She could only watch helplessly as that hand reached out toward her.
Calm, natural, it passed through the layers of pavilions and towers, through the layers of mist.
Eventually, it reached the depths of the palace, to her throne.
