As the black liquid inside the Empty Bottle melted Qingfeng, the world outside was experiencing a change beyond imagination.
Everyone outside witnessed Qingfeng being sucked into the Saint Empty Bottle, and they knew that Qingfeng would be doomed this time.
"I thought the Saint Empty Bottle was only a mythical dharma treasure, but who knew the Wind Eagle Monarch would take it out. It's incredible."
"Duh, he's the Monarch of a higher-tier dynasty, and the descendant of an ancient saint. Of course he has incredible skills."
"Qingfeng is doomed this time, he is dead without a doubt, and he'll be melted into bloody water."
All the self-cultivators around discussed, and their predictions made their way into Xue Lin's ear, which turned her pale.
Xue Lin knew that she had to break the Saint Empty Bottle before her to rescue her husband, or else he would be in grave danger.