Third-person POV
After Murong Qing finished her wish, the leader of the black-cloaked men nodded his head and turned to Hong er.
"Back off," he instructed.
His disciples dragged Murong Qing out from the magic circles and took 10 steps away from the magic circles.
He placed his palm on top of Hong er's head and whispered a few words under his breath. a second later, a blast of black flames flared up around Hong er's magic circle. Hong er raised her head and looked to her front with her hollow eyes.
"Your…Majesty Emperor…" Hong er whispered in her heart as more blood trickled down from her eye sockets.
Weisheng suddenly stopped in his track when he heard that familiar voice whispered his name. He turned his body left and right and looked around for the source of the voice.
"HONG ER! HONG ER!" Weisheng called Hong er's name at the top of his voice.