Sunflame Divine Realm
Yan Lan's expression was dark, his face grim.
When Qing Wu arrived, all she saw was a lump of flesh and blood that had lost all human form, gradually disintegrating before him.
Halfway there, she had already sensed something abnormal with the Thorn Ghost Prison she had left behind. Now that the flesh inside the cage was clearly Wu Zhen, yet she was self-destructing—something was clearly wrong.
"What happened?"
Yan Lan, face ashen, said, "I don't know. I hadn't even made a move on her yet when she started collapsing on her own."
Qing Wu's gaze darkened as she recalled Wu Zhen's earlier arrogance. "Corpse-shedding escape."
She stared at the lump of flesh. "No wonder she wasn't afraid of death. Looks like she left herself a witch seed."
Wu Zhen's fragmented voice came from the disintegrating flesh:
"To make an enemy of the Underworld Princess... one must... prepare for retaliation…"
"Hehe… Shasha, do you like…the gift I gave you?"
