Purple flames, controlled by a powerful soul, gradually gathered.
The seductive woman's eyes were filled with pain and despair.
The purple flames did not touch her body, yet she felt an excruciating, suffocating pain deep within her heart.
These unknown purple flames, like vengeful spirits claiming lives, could devour one's soul, making her soul tremble in fear.
She had never imagined that she would die in endless fear. Before this, she had thought that if she could subdue that "lowly maid," at least she would gain favor when the maid's soul shattered during the Hall Master's dual cultivation, extracting the Supreme Skill and Sword Dao inheritance, bringing immense benefits to the Hall Master. For herself, such a merit could elevate her status.
If this woman died, she might lose her way to live, but she would not have died in such agony.
Now, all was beyond redemption.
