Xia Chan's reddened eyes shone with tears as she bit her lower lip. Her delicate body trembled, her hands tightly clutching the animal skin sheets beneath her.
With her cultivation sealed, she was rendered powerless and could only let Zhu Hong tear off her clothes.
Brother Luo… where are you?
At this moment, the image of that man surfaced in her mind. He was an enemy she both loved and hated, but also a man who could bring her a sense of security.
CRASH—!
A deafening explosion suddenly resounded throughout the room.
Zhu Hong, who was about to remove the last of Xia Chan's restraints, was startled. He almost instinctively rolled to the side, dodging the black thunder that burst through the door.
Covered in a cold sweat, Zhu Hong looked at where he had just been standing by the bed and found a great halberd formed of black thunder stuck in the floor. The great halberd exuded an aura of death!
He straightened his clothes and looked up at the tall figure in the doorway.
