A frosty astral vortex hovered above Tianming. With his body having been pierced thousands of times and his astral organs completely threaded through, not to mention his cosmic chart being damaged to such a degree, his body was basically a wreck. The only reason he was still alive at all was thanks to the interconnected astrons in his body.0

"Still so prideful, I see. Sure, why not? Look up." Demoness Yin's face emerged from the astral vortex. While it was made of stardust, it emanated no heat whatsoever. "Where is my straw... so to speak?"0

"Damn!" Calling the seventh astral organ a straw? Tianming couldn't help but be impressed. Demoness Yin was truly...0