"Master, don't worry, I understand." Ying Yueyang chuckled.
"Blood slave, try again," Xue Wudan said indifferently, ordering Xiang Tiange to touch the ancient god's heart again.
Ying Yueyang frowned slightly, but didn't express anything.
Xiang Tiange nodded numbly, like a puppet that had lost itself, falling towards the heart, and moved his other hand forward to touch the heart of the ancient god.
In an instant, her hand was shattered again, the skin turned open, and the flesh and blood were blurred.
"It's better than before. It seems to be effective. Just wait a moment," Xuewudian said with a slight smile.
"Then, wait a little longer," Ying Yueyang whispered, but for some reason, there was always an uneasiness lingering in her heart.
Chapter completed!