"No!" Chu Mo let out a scream of extreme grief and indignation.
Everything had happened too suddenly and too quickly; there was no time to prevent it. Presumably, even the soul of the Elf prince that had possessed Qi Xiaoyu's body had not anticipated that the seemingly delicate and frail princess of the Elf Clan could be so fiercely resolute.
Qi Xiaoyu's figure disappeared instantly into the eye of the storm, followed by a series of agonizing screams. All were produced by that indistinguishable voice, and from beginning to end, Qi Xiaoyu herself made not a single sound!
Chu Mo felt darkness before his eyes, and a sensation of the world spinning came over him. He stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.
He gazed distractedly at the spot where the eye of the storm had swallowed up Qi Xiaoyu's form.
His eyes almost completely lost their luster, his entire being stood frozen in total shock.
The scene from years past seemed to replay before his eyes.