The Spirit Nucleus is Devoured

"Honey!" A look of desperation came over Xue Lin's pretty face. Her eyelashes quivered as tears slid down from the corners of her eyes.

Seeing that Qingfeng Li had been separated from her and was on the other side of the tunnel, Xue Lin felt her heart break a little.

She reached out a porcelain hand toward Qingfeng Li, but the interspatial tunnel had been severed; it was a futile effort.

The two ends of the interspatial tunnel had been completely separated, split into two halves like a bottle that had been cut through the middle.

Worry and fear filled Qingfeng Li's eyes as he hurriedly reached out his own hand toward Xue Lin's outstretched palm, but found that he could not reach her.

The two of them were so close to another, but the spatial turbulence between them kept them completely apart. They were like the Cowherder and the Weaver Girl, the star-crossed lovers of the classic myth.