SHEW!

The prismatic crystal between Yuna’s eyebrows suddenly separated itself from her forehead, tearing her skin and flesh as it did.

One drop of Blood Essence after another flew out from her heart that was under her ample chest to fuse into the prismatic crystal that was the size of a fingernail.

Yuna’s flesh aura instantly shrunk by half.

Her eyes gradually closed, as if she had died.

However, the floating prismatic crystal blossomed with dazzling cyan light, as if it was hoping to flee from the battlefield with Yuna’s soul and flesh aura essence.

“If you’re going to die, die thoroughly!” Quan Zixuan let out a cold harrumph, a silver spiritual sword flying out of his palm.

FZZZ!

The spiritual sword suddenly lit up as it scraped the heavens, piercing towards the prismatic crystal.

Jing Feiyang also activated secret incantations to form multiple sealing wards with countless magical symbols.

The prismatic crystal repeatedly...