The hairs on the back of Ye Shuli's neck stood on end.
The bronze fragments, decomposed into particles of light, hovered between her and the barrier, refracting countless reflections of Jiang Ye's blood-stained face.
She suddenly grabbed half a piece of the red flame profound crystal that was undergoing quantization; its sharp edges pierced her palm, and the pain reminded her of what had happened in the Blackbone Swamp three months ago.
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