"The military advisor is over there." Miao Shaoqing followed Xiao Lin as they chased, with Hua Qingyi trailing behind, shoulders hunched.
A huge explosion erupted again behind them, as the main building collapsed, rocks tumbling down and raising a vast cloud of dust. Some were fleeing, others shouting, but in mere moments, it all became a thing of the past.
Fourth Master pulled Lian towards the mountaintop without looking back at the base she had built with her own hands. It was as if it was just a child's playhouse, something she could topple and rebuild at will, indifferent to the blood and sweat she had poured into it. She was such a cold-hearted person, a spider with an angelic face.
"Let me go!" the Military Advisor shoved at Fourth Master, his blood-streaked eyes filled with anger.
"How is it possible?" How could the curse she placed on the Military Advisor be undone? She couldn't help asking, "You're awake?"
"Black Magic doesn't have curses that can't be broken."
