Jun Mohan was heartbroken when he saw Feng Sujin like this.
At that moment, his heart seemed to have been severely cut with a knife.
Jun Mohan's eyes were sad, and he quickly came to Feng Sujin and hugged her, "Ajin, don't be afraid, it's okay, I'm here..."
Jun Mohan gently coaxed and comforted Feng Sujin's ears.
One hand, with strong skill, moved out with a palm and headed towards the soul-suppressing tower.
"Boom..."
The soul-suppressing tower was immediately shattered.
The elders were even vomited blood from the backlash and fell to the ground.
The elders looked at the shattered soul-suppressing tower in disbelief and at the blood they spit out.
They were all stunned, in complete disbelief.
From the demon era to now, they have not encountered any opponents.
This soul-suppressing tower is even more powerful. It was shattered by just one palm of such a person
Their faces became even more horrified.
They were defeated by this man's move.
No one has ever made them vomit blood.
They knew they had suffered serious internal injuries.
Before these elders could react, Jun Mohan had already taken action, "If you dare to hurt her, if you dare to attack her, you will die!"
Jun Mohan didn't talk nonsense and directly decided the life and death of these elders with one sentence.
Before these people could react, they felt that they were being restrained by a powerful force, as if there were ropes binding them, making them unable to move.
Moreover, the rope seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, and they screamed in pain.
"Ah... spare my life... spare my life..."
"Pfft..."
Jun Mohan would not let these people die like this, and he would let them be punished no matter what.
The elders screamed miserably, but no one could save them.
No one can break the restrictions set by Jun Mohan at will.
Therefore, as soon as the subordinates of those elders entered the restriction set by Jun Mohan for those elders, just like those elders, they died soon after.
Therefore, the other subordinates of those elders did not dare to care about the life and death of these elders.
…
Jun Mohan's attention was all on Feng Sujin at this time. He held Feng Sujin, stroked her hair distressedly, and patted her back, "Ajin, I'm here, it's okay, it's okay …”
Jun Mohan's voice was low and hoarse. He wished he could integrate Feng Sujin into his body and take good care of her.
He lowered his head and kissed Feng Sujin's hair, constantly coaxing her.
Feng Sujin's appearance made him extremely painful.
Under Jun Mohan's gentle coaxing, Feng Sujin gradually regained her senses, and her cold blood seemed to warm up.
Only then did she realize that this was not the time of monsters.
She had just been completely trapped in the memory of the demon era, and it was very painful.
Feng Sujin looked up at Jun Mohan. She knew that he was the God of Creation, the master, and Jun Mohan.
Feng Sujin raised her head and looked deeply at Jun Mohan, pursed her lips, and wanted to say something, but didn't know whether to say it or not.
How could Feng Sujin's expression escape Jun Mohan's eyes.
Seeing Feng Sujin like this, Jun Mohan felt suffocated and said softly: "Ajin, what do you want to say to me?"
"No, it's nothing."
Feng Sujin sighed inwardly, the era of monsters is over!
Jun Mohan didn't want Feng Sujin to keep her worries in her heart. He wanted her to say it out so that it wouldn't affect the relationship between the two of them.
"Ajin, didn't we say that? We need to communicate. Don't hide what you want to say in your heart. I want to know."