"So, you can't be Ling'er, and you're not worthy of calling yourself her!"
The words ceased, and the blood hand that had already reached close suddenly halted, just less than two inches away from Bai Yue's face.
The next moment, the blood claw shattered, turning into a mass of blood mist that dispersed into nothingness, and a ghastly wail echoed throughout the City Lord Mansion.
"Ah!!!"
Shangguan Jingling clutched her head tightly, her face contorted in pain, as if enduring immense suffering.
Bai Yue looked at this scene somewhat at a loss. Originally, when he found himself unable to move, he had planned to face death nobly, so he could reunite with Ling'er in the afterlife.
Unexpectedly, the other party suddenly fell inexplicably. He didn't quite know how to react for a moment.
"Husband! Run quickly!!"
Just as he was in a state of bewilderment, a woman's voice suddenly rang in his ear.
