The witch's eyes emitted a purple glow, like needles piercing into Qing Yangzi's pupils, stirring his Mud Ball.
Qing Yangzi's mind felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and the expression of shock and anger on his face was instantly shredded by an intense pain.
It was as if the scene that once turned him into a cripple was replaying!
The veins on his forehead bulged, his eyeballs protruded as blood surged, his throat moved frenziedly, but not a sound could escape, and under exertion, a streak of red seeped from his throat to his mouth corner. His body trembled uncontrollably, yet he couldn't move at all, with only his fingers twitching slightly.
At this moment, in the Mud Ball, the purple glow transformed into thorny vines, twisting and twining, constricting his Divine Soul.
