Ming Shu didn't feel nothing, though. When the formation was running, her body was a little uncontrolled. It seemed that some certain power was trying to expel her from this body.
A fierce pulling of the soul from the flesh… and that feeling was not a little uncomfortable.
The light of the array was growing brighter and brighter.
Ming Shu's figure was almost obscured by the strong light, left with only a vague outline.
Mu Huai rushed out of the forest and just saw that Ming Shu's figure was swallowed up by the light. He couldn't tell what it was like for him at the time, feeling neither sad nor angry.
It was a strangely calm atmosphere.
The dome of light was compressing downwards, joining with the ground array. Mu Huai put aside the strange feeling in his heart and moved as the wind to attack the prince.
