Under Qian Qian's restraint, Lin Yun could recklessly shoot at Meng Po, adhering to the principle that one must reduce monsters to ashes, even if there was a twinkle of vivacity in Meng Po's eyes, Lin Yun still shot an arrow right at her face.
"Stop..."
Wrapped in golden flames, Meng Po now looked devoid of pain.
Allowing Lin Yun's fiery arrows to shoot at her face, she, on the contrary, revealed an expression of enjoyment.
However, being burned by fire was ultimately painful.
But this kind of pain also felt somewhat thrilling to her.
If the burning continued, she might be burned alive, otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to stop it.
What exactly was the background of this mortal, that he could slay the Divine Spirits in human form.
Meng Po was full of curiosity about Lin Yun, her soul-snatching eyes slyly sizing him up.
"Are you lucid now?"
Upon hearing Meng Po speak, Qian Qian also ceased her attacks, switching to a defensive stance instead.