"Jiang Wushuang" had always been loyal to the Martial Alliance. He had been proud of being a member of the Heavenly Blood Union. But now, he had been violently thrown onto the largest Soul Cocoon. His body began to convulse as he suffered an excruciating pain in his soul. He felt like the evil spirit in the Soul Cocoon had already begun invading his body, devouring his spiritual soul bit by bit.
"Lord… Zhulong… "
"Jian Wushuang" lay in the Soul Cocoon in a weak and limp state. He stretched his hands out weakly towards Zhulong, as his fingers trembled.
He refused to believe that the Martial Alliance, who he had been always loyal towards to the point of abandoning his family clan to forever join the Martial Alliance, would now treat him in such a manner.
Seeing the cold and distant Zhulong and the hideous Qiongqi, who was enjoying all of this, "Jian Wushuang" let out a tragic laugh. He derided how pathetic and stupid he was.
