The attack was fruitless and only resulted in self-destruction.
Ling Yu covered the wound on his arm, his face dark as ink: "Oh no, I can't cut it off. This strand of blood connecting to the Fusang tree has been taken over by the Heavenly Dao. If I continue, I'm afraid even my body will be devoured."
The soul and the body have a special connection. If even the body is bound by the golden light, no matter how the soul struggles, it will be useless.
"Don't attack the golden curse again. Even if you cut it off, you can only save the body temporarily. You must call back the soul first." Ling Hua quickly calmed down and grasped the cold bones at his waist, ready to move.
Although Ling Yunxi's stubbornness was annoying, it was not surprising. She had expected this yesterday, so she did not leave all her options to that person.
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