Qing Ming was grabbed by the throat. At his age, he couldn't bear it!
"Let go of the Elder!" the Mao Mountain Disciples exclaimed in shock.
The Heavenly Bone Woman pulled Qing Ming close. With a vicious inhale, she ripped his soul out with colossal force, sucking the Yang Qi of the living into her mouth as well. Qing Ming's skin seemed to lose all moisture; his body shriveled, becoming dry and withered. His eyes widened, and he found he couldn't utter a single word, as if sand were stuck in his throat. He fell straight to the ground.
If Chu Hao were still here, he would definitely admire his own foresight; this Heavenly Bone Woman was too terrifying. Having absorbed the Yang Qi, the Heavenly Bone Woman's flesh, torn open by lightning, visibly recovered at a rapid pace, regaining its perfect, flawless texture, as delicate as that of a peerless beauty.
