Wu Xia cried out in alarm.
But it was already too late.
The red light swept directly over Lin Jiao's soul, slipping beneath Wu Xia's eyelids and returning into the painting.
Boom!
Wu Xia felt as though his head was about to burst.
He fiercely grabbed the painting scroll and roared, "Give me back my wife immediately, or I will destroy its original spirit!"
"Heh heh!"
A cold mocking laugh emerged from the painting, "With what will you destroy me?"
Wu Xia, unable to contain his rage, immediately surged his power, ready to thoroughly destroy the scroll.
"Husband, don't!" Yaoji urgently intervened.
The woman inside the painting also coldly laughed, "Go ahead and destroy it! Your most beloved woman is inside, if you destroy the painting, she will also be obliterated."
Wu Xia's raised hand stiffly hung in mid-air.
"Husband, she's just a Painting Spirit, with no offensive power. Inside that painting is a world, and Lin Jiao is in there, she won't face any danger!"
