The West King Holy Mother slowly lowered her head, looking at her body rapidly melting away as if ice and snow were meeting the fierce sun.
The expression on her face shifted from bewilderment to distortion, and finally froze in an incredulous disbelief as if trapped in a dream:
"Look at what you've done?!
I painstakingly nurtured the Three Days Dao Lord for five thousand years, so many Heavenly Officials, and...your Elixir!
It was so difficult to gather the materials for the Killing Banquet.
I am cautious, persistent, and ruthless, willing to do anything to achieve the True Form of Great Dao!
Clearly, everything had been calculated, every potential accident had been thought of, so why wasn't it me who won in the end?!
How unfair Fate is to me!"
Wang Yuan had no mood to answer her questions just now, not even with the perfunctory "justice will prevail."
He promptly slashed off his half-shoulder which, like her, was melting away after being hit by a sword.
