Jun Wu Yao's hand suddenly sank right inside Jun Wu Xie's chest, as if his entire palm had broken up Jun Wu Xie's chest to pass right into it, but there wasn't the slightest wound, and not a single trace of blood dripped out.
The queer feeling of one's soul being touched caused Jun Wu Xie's body to shiver, like something formless within her was being caught in a grip, and slowly being pulled out from her body bit by bit. The feeling couldn't be considered to be agonizing, but it made one feel highly uncomfortable, and Jun Wu Yao had merely pulled Jun Wu Xie's soul out only a little bit.
Jun Wu Xie suddenly felt the world spin around her, as a unsuppressable feeling of nausea surged within her. Her face immediately turned deathly pale, and her body started to retch uncontrollably.
Jun Wu Yao immediately released Jun Wu Xie's soul right in that instant, quickly hugging Jun Wu Xie who was retching so badly her face turned green straight into his arms.
