Yeli Xing had never expected that after his Spiritual Artifact transformed into a human, it would... burn like this!
In front of him, his own master, it shamelessly flirted back and forth with that lowlife, boldly cuckolding him!
He had truly... had enough! Yeli Xing's eyes turned blood-red, and without hesitation, he thrust a small knife into his own chest!
A sinister blood-black light immediately flickered from his chest. This was his final kill move, reserved as a last resort. He didn't want to use it unless absolutely necessary.
"Xia Feng~ Shirley still wants~" Behind him, the female elf murmured suggestively,
as Xia Feng quickly drew his bow again, the robust beam of light frenziedly converging.
"Yeli Xing, do you see? This is her real purpose!" Xia Feng declared with ultimate authority as a minotaur, releasing the second light cannon with a whoosh—
