For a fleeting moment, Fu Qian thought he saw a splendid firework.
The little puppet clearly couldn't withstand his powerful strike, instantly shattering apart and spraying chunks of flesh patterned with bizarre shapes in all directions.
And this firework, filled with a chaotic and profane aura, struck a brilliantly radiant barrier the next.
At the heart of this barrier stood Ariel, whose eyes were as pure as a saint's.
The surging white light, almost as thick as fire, instantly suppressed the chaotic filth.
Since the connection with Fu Qian was severed, the curse lost its vessel and was rapidly purified without leaving a trace.
"What are you doing?"
Everything happened in the blink of an eye; by the time the barrier receded and normalcy returned, Veheler was staring at Fu Qian, his tone unable to hide the lurking murderous intent.
Ariel stood beside him, not speaking, but also staring this way, releasing the oppressive aura of a Divine Envoy without restraint.
