In the labyrinth cavern, at the deepest underground, innumerable phosphor stones provided sparse light.
Li Jingming, with his long willowy eyebrows and tall elegant physique, had a youthful innocent gaze that had long given way to a vacant look.
Standing some distance away from him was Wang Xinfei, still in the place where the demon altar had dissipated.
She had been undressed, her silver armor removed and even her shoes taken off—her bare feet were now on the frosty ground.
The pricey silk lingerie that she wore had been drenched in cold sweat.
Her pursed lips, clenched fists, slightly trembling shoulders, and unsteady legs...
The ordinarily unapproachable rich young lady seemed pitiful and helpless in this moment with every movement she made.
"How... How was this possible..."
"A Rank 1... effortlessly kill two senior Rank 2 individuals... in such a brutal manner?"
