The thirty Heavenly Secrets Steles were still trembling, and the molecular chain wrapped around Ye Shuli's left hand suddenly disintegrated into fluorescent light.
She staggered half a step back, her boot heel crushing half a blood-stained osmanthus cake—the one Jiang Ye had dropped when he rushed over.
The representative of the veteran powerhouses knelt before the seventh stele, his right arm, which had been infested by the vengeful spirit's black python, now reduced to bare bones.
Chapter 518