Flower Withering

"Activate Heavenly Eyes."

A glowing vertical eye opened up on Zhang Ruochen's forehead. It looked around, peering through the hallucination.

In his vision, everything was misty. He still couldn't see Zhu Qingyi or Ying Huo and could only sense their existence vaguely.

"Your Spiritual Power is still far from mine. Even using the Heavenly Eyes isn't very effective." Ying Huo's laugh sounded in the void. It seemed to have come from the nine heavens and it was impossible to pinpoint her location.

Ying Huo had defeated countless prides to become the Saintess of the Immortal Pavilion. She had abilities and tactics that matched her status. She was mysterious and difficult to defend against.

"Zhang Ruochen, today is the day you die."

Zhu Qingyi's voice sounded. It carried strong hatred.