Perhaps because she was in a combat state, the present Li Xiye seemed like a completely different person from her usual self. Her cyan pupils reflected immense majesty and a solemn coldness. Devoid of joy or sorrow, she was like a lofty Dominator looking down upon all of creation, exuding an unapproachably distant aura.
When her divinely majestic gaze swept over him, even Zhou Chen couldn't help but feel a sliver of fear. He felt an indescribably domineering and oppressive aura, subconsciously averting his eyes, not daring to look directly at her.
"Apostles are nearly immortal, but they should be controllable. For example, by dismembering her and then sealing each body part separately."
As he spoke, he raised his palm. A ball of red-hot molten iron rose from it and split into seven portions. Using his Alchemy and Forging Skill, it rapidly solidified and cooled into seven iron boxes engraved all over with Alchemy Matrices.
