Say someone's going to die, and they really end up dead.
Li Ye watched with his own eyes as he sat atop that massive Turtle Shell, the Eight Trigrams Plate in his hand flashing nonstop, while the black and white Two Qi around him were spinning like they'd gone berserk.
The surrounding Spiritual Qi and bolts of lightning were almost appearing out of thin air.
They began "gnawing" at Zhuge Ya's body.
The once jade-like, lustrous skin now split with crack after crack, the bones and blood within vanishing, to the point that Li Ye almost couldn't bear to look.
So you fortune-tellers are even more desperate than Sword Cultivators, huh.
Divining and peering into the heavenly secrets is an extremely dangerous act; as the Ancestor Master once said, it's no different from searching alone in a pitch-black deep sea for a treasure that's tightly guarded.
"Sigh."
"How could I just stand by and watch someone suffer like this in order to seek something for me?"
Li Ye stretched out his hand.
