The slave imprint formed, and the Power of the Curse on Shao Zhengze's body vanished instantly.
It even repaired a considerable amount of damage to his divine soul.
On the contrary, Feng Ruoli, due to bearing the pressure of casting the spell across the distance, coughed up fresh blood, and her aura weakened significantly.
Sensing Feng Ruoli's condition, Wen Zhixing, as her Master, displayed the appropriate attitude. "Are you alright?"
Feng Ruoli smiled and shook her head. It's no big deal to suffer minor injuries while serving the Master.
"Good, you should rest well for now," Wen Zhixing's voice once again transmitted from the imprint above her brow.
Soon after, the imprint disappeared. Lacking the empowerment of the slave imprint, Feng Ruoli felt a sudden weakness course through her body.
The next instant, Wen Zhixing's figure slowly emerged from the depths of Shao Zhengze's soul.
The golden slave imprint began to shimmer between his eyebrows.
