“Argh!”

Ynes, whose flesh had been lacerated by the explosion, screamed in horror. After her hair became scattered, the roots planted with black smoke, her fingers that had come in contact with the huge golden cocoon were also pitch-black and were still numb now.

“My hand!

“My hair! Oh my god!”

Currently, the first beauty of the Western Ridge looked as wretched as a grilled duck. The Mystic Maiden of the Nine Heavens said, “He’s now in the critical period of merging with the divine bone. Don