Sikong Xuan's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and his heart under his chest suddenly experienced an indescribable severe pain, as if a hand, thousands of miles away, coldly grasped his heart in its palm at that moment.
His eardrums swelled and throbbed rapidly, and the blood rushing fiercely through his veins could be heard clearly in his ears. Before that hand could close and grasp, he distinctly felt his heart shatter, hot blood spilling out.
Skilled in contemplating battles between armies, Sikong Xuan, for the first time before the face of absolute power, lost his ability to think. For the existence standing at the apex of this world, thinking and planning were rendered utterly meaningless in front of her.
At this moment, there was only one thought in Sikong Xuan's mind!
Escape!
Just a moment ago, he had been mocking the Young Lord of the Demon Clan for his cowardice, but now he experienced the same heart-pounding fear as Mi Lu.
