When Wen Shaoyi saw those flower cakes, a string of flames rose in his eyes.
"Even if you die, will you keep the flower cake he gave you? The more you want to keep it, the more I will destroy it."
The flower cake angered Wen Shaoyi.
Wen Shaoyi's murderous intent skyrocketed, and he no longer held back his attack. His majestic internal force was comparable to the sea of blood, intending to completely destroy the space ring.
The temperature is too high and the murderous aura is too strong.
Gu Chunuan's pupils shrank.
What a strong murderous spirit.
If such a domineering move were to fall on her, I'm afraid she wouldn't even be able to leave any bones behind.
Gu Chunuan desperately wanted to resist, but under the pressure of the sixth-level master, she had no chance to resist. She could only watch Wen Shaoyi's moves fall.
When she was about to die, she was even more afraid that the space ring would be destroyed by Wen Shaoyi.
At the critical moment, a small ring exuded a powerful murderous aura, accompanied by a quiet flute sound. The notes of the flute hit Wen Shaoyi's palm with a bang, making a huge sound, and the secret room shook a few times.
It seemed like it was about to collapse.
The ring suddenly exudes amazing power, which no one could have imagined.
Even Wen Shaoyi didn't expect it.
After the impact, Wen Shaoyi was shocked and took a step back. He was already suffering from internal injuries but could not withstand the blow. A mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth and his hands trembled a few times.
He stared at the flute floating out of the space and the protective aperture under the flute, and uttered a sentence.
"This flute... belongs to Yi Chenfei... the seventh level... belongs to her... she placed a restriction in the space ring."
"Not only did you ban the flower cake, you also banned the flute, using them and the ring to protect each other... ha..."