"Then, the soul of that god…" Yun Qi looked at Shen Yanxiao. The forced chaos curse technique not only had the ability to destroy, but it would also forcefully integrate the soul of the god with the experimental subject. At that time, Yun Qi wanted to completely destroy the soul of the god. Only in this way could he make it impossible for those Warlocks to create a perfect container with the blood of the eight races. Although Shen Yanxiao was fine now, the soul of that god must be living in her body.
Shen Yanxiao touched her nose. Before she could speak, a black mist overflowed from her body and gradually condensed into a physical body.
Yun Qi was dumbstruck as he looked at the god-like handsome man. His golden eyes shocked him, and Yun Qi suddenly knelt on one knee.
"I had no choice but to blaspheme your soul back then. Please forgive me."
