Mary, along with the ten girls, appeared like a shattered porcelain figure, with numerous cracks on the surface of their soul bodies.
Gradually, the cracks increased, growing finer and finer until no new cracks could appear.
Watching Mary suddenly disappear, the sorrow in Ning Fan's heart had no time to be released, and he took a sudden breath of relief.
"Fortunately, they are soul bodies. If it were living people, the consequences would be unimaginable."
Mary and the others vanished for less than a second before they reappeared, reconstituted in the air.
Except for the soul body appearing slightly dimmer, there were no other issues.
Ning Fan turned his gaze towards Vivian and couldn't help but blush.
If someone could enter the palace now, they would discover a huge pit in the center of the hall.
In the face of spatial cutting, the entire basement had vanished without a trace.
