Xu Qing had experienced touching the divinity before and had some understanding of this.
At that moment, the lightning dissipated and the darkness drowned again, covering the vortices formed by the heir and the others. As screams rang out from afar, it was obvious that the heir and his siblings were gradually moving further away.
Wherever they passed, everything was cleaned out.
The captain sighed, looking at the pieces of skin in his hand, feeling aches all over his body. A mix of emotions welled up within him, and he then turned to look at Xu Qing.
"Little Qing, do you think they did this with malice…"
"I asked them, but they said they couldn't come. So, I used my own fat to make candles and my own skin to make talismans. Do you know… how painful that is?"
Xu Qing nodded and comforted.