Soul Dispersing

"Mrs. Yi, you have no next life. No, you don't even have this life anymore."

The Netherworld Eerie reminded Xin Yi, Feng Qingying was really in the way.

"If there is no more, there is no more. There is no more regret in this life."

The Netherworld Udumbara Flower chanted an incantation again, and Xin Yi, who was in the copper mirror, let out a miserable scream.

That voice was like a knife that stabbed into Yi Shuihan's heart, it was extremely painful.

Feng Qingying was also not feeling well, but with so many soldiers watching, she definitely could not take any actions that would affect her morale. As a result, she was very calm, and did not have any inklings from the surface.

Yi Shuihan obviously could not take it, he no longer had any fighting spirit, he only wanted to save Xin Yi.