Self-inflicted Suffering

"And who are you?" At the same time, Ye Haoxuan was also confused and asked in surprise, not wanting to force Zi's delicate figure. However, one thing was certain, this delicate violet figure had just saved his life.

The purple shadow did not respond to Ye Haoxuan's words. Immediately, the Spiritual Force expanded and the berserk Spiritual Force immediately rushed out, turning into a cyclone and wreaking havoc. It swept across its surroundings, dispersing the mist in the room.

Ye Haoxuan was even more shocked, because the Spiritual Force on the purple colored delicate figure that had saved him was extremely strong, as if it had already exceeded the limits of Celestial Religion Level.

"Mad God Level?" Ye Haoxuan's eyes narrowed, immediately becoming curious about the identity of this delicate purple figure, because he had never met an expert from the Mad God Level before, let alone a woman.