Deng's body was covered with more and more wounds, fresh blood drenching her from head to toe.
Yet strangely, a trace of relieved smile appeared on her face.
"Boom—!"
At last, after yet another violent collision, the golden star-tentacle was simultaneously entangled by several black tendrils. Amid a piercing sound of energy being torn apart, it completely collapsed, and then a black tendril as thick as a water pipe broke through all defenses, piercing straight through Deng's chest with the precision of a venomous snake.
"Pff..."
Deng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. The dark red liquid splattered onto Yun You's cheek in her arms, and also onto the steps of the black throne.
But she grinned, and there was no pain in that smile.
"Kui... how long has it been... since we were this 'intimate'?"
"Think about it... it's been tens of millions of years, hasn't it?"
