A sharp chain had Zhan Yingying tightly bound within. Even as a tough wargodean, her skin was still torn by the blades of the divine artifact. Her hair was completely frizzled and her body was covered in blood all over. Coupled with Lingfeng's Heartpiercer Soulblade, her face was now exceedingly pale. Though her injuries were only skin deep, the two hundred or so wargodeans' breathing intensified at the sight of their precious princess being treated like that. Golden flames burned bright within their eyes, let alone Zhan Yuance's, whom Tianming had just threatened. Yu Ziqian had said he was quite overprotective of his sister, after all.

Zhan Yuance's golden hair was practically standing straight. His eyes radiated seething rage that came slamming at Tianming's face. The heaving of his chest had a bestial quality to it. As if that wasn't expressive of his rage enough, his ears even furiously...