On the deck of the flying ship, Lan Caiwei was tied up with a binding rope, her limp body trembling slightly.
Her bloodshot eyes were fixed on the back of Zhou Qing, her lips shivering uncontrollably.
"How is it possible... How can he be so strong..."
She had seen Zhou Qing effortlessly suppress Blood Ha Tuo, but this was Nangong Ye in front of her, in the Great Perfection of the Divinity Transformation Realm, one of the elders stationed in the Imperial City for the Nangong Family.
Yet he died just like this?
Even his Primordial Spirit was captured, without a chance to struggle?
At this moment, her heart was filled with endless fear and despair.
Meanwhile, behind the flying ship, hundreds of streaks of light chased after them like locusts.
"Hurry! This chicken-headed mask just battled with the elder of the Nangong Family. To resolve the fight so swiftly, he must have used some Secret Technique, and he's seriously drained."
"Strike while he's weak, take him out!"
