How much grievances did she suffer?

At the bottom of the celestial River.

The altar was ready.

"Let me go, you bastard! I'm Jun Wutian! What do you want?" Jun Wutian roared in anger.

He didn't expect that after being beaten by his mortal enemy so many times in the hell of blood refinement, he would find himself in this place.

"I didn't expect to be discovered."

The two shorties no longer hid. Instead, they took out all sorts of things that they had prepared.

"Your Highness, we will definitely resurrect you. Soon, very soon, you will be able to escape the endless darkness."

Jun Wutian struggled, but no matter how hard he struggled, it was useless. He wanted to turn into a blood worm, but the chains around his body seemed to have a mysterious force that restrained him.

"You two stupid shorties, let me go."

Jun Wutian cursed. These two shorties terrified him, especially the array pattern in the middle, which exuded an aura that came from the abyss of hell.