The Divine Master Tablets still stood solemnly there, exuding an ancient and heavy aura amidst the flickering candlelight and the pervasive smoke and blood mist. It was as if the deep vortex that had devoured a living person had never appeared.
Only the corridor pillar pierced by the spear, with sawdust fluttering down, and the violent trembling hum at the spear shaft's tail, silently spoke of the shocking scene that defied reason and overturned perception.
Chen Yi... in her fatal strike, before the core Divine Master Tablet of her Qin Family's Ancestral Temple... vanished into thin air?!
An indescribable chill, mixed with the fury of being fooled and a trace of panic she dared not admit, like a cold venomous snake, instantly coiled around Qin Qingluo's heart.
Her fingers, gripping the spear shaft too tightly, turned pale and trembled slightly. In her snake-like pupils, the cold intent to kill did not fade; instead, it settled into a deeper, more terrifying cold abyss.
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