Ouyang Ancestor was almost driven mad with anger. Because of two young brats, he lost an arm and an eye.
Even if he were to chop them into pieces, it wouldn't lessen the hatred in his heart.
What's even more infuriating is that the time has already passed.
Even if the sacrificial ceremony could continue, the success rate would be greatly reduced.
All the changes were caused by these two.
Throwing them into the 'Snow Melting Pool' would be too light; today's losses are immeasurable.
A fierce fire burned in his heart.
On the other side, Cheng Xiaoxiao regained some consciousness after a dizzying blow.
She glanced at the only eye of Ouyang Ancestor, the other bleeding profusely, and felt a surge of satisfaction.
"What, want to kill me? Then, just do it quickly..."
Cheng Xiaoxiao wished to taunt him more, to irritate him, but it was too painful to speak.
Each word she uttered felt like tenfold needle-like stabs in her organs.
She felt she couldn't hold on much longer.
