Rong Yue looked at the doors.
Before another second passed, an emerald portal burst open beneath both him and Lan Meishan, swallowing them whole.
The next instant, they reappeared inside the underground prison chamber.
What greeted them froze the air itself.
Yan Wuhen stood before Xie Menghua.
One hand was wrapped around her throat, hoisting her effortlessly into the air while her feet kicked uselessly above the ground. His claws had already ripped through the side of her face, blood staining her pale skin, yet the terrifying part was not the violence, It was the expression on his face.
Or rather… the lack of one.
The playful nine tailed fox prince who laughed too loudly, flirted shamelessly, and burned like untamed wildfire was nowhere to be seen.
His ears drooped lifelessly atop his head. His nine tails hung low behind him.
His red-gold eyes were empty. Utterly empty.
It was the face of a man whose soul had already shattered.
