Golden Pitcher

Ultimately, Jing Shu did not have the nuanced state of Dao as Shen Lian had. Hence, she was unable to discover this secret. Nonetheless, her Kunpeng demonic form was truly exceptional for it had supported her to this state and it could support her subsequently.

Her tender skin had lost most of its moisture and some parts of her flesh had started to decay. The pain of nails piercing into her flesh was unbearable. Nevertheless, this intensity of pain was not compatible with the Band-tightening Spell.

The heavy mist became denser. Although Jing Shu and Shen Lian were in close proximity, they could not see each other. The mist started to swirl like a gliding gigantic snake and engulfed both of them.

Shen Lian opened his eyes carelessly. Finally, they have reached the last moment.