"Boom!"
Ye Hanjun kicked apart the powder-like wooden ship debris, and Aegi Rosie lay across inside, completely naked.
She was enveloped in a dim purple glow, likely utilizing some treasure to block as much of the furious lightning as possible.
Thus, her injuries were not serious.
Instead, it was the sharp wooden splinters from the explosion that cut through her eggshell-smooth skin, her lofty chest, and the low jungle, all marked with mottled traces of fresh blood.
"Playing dead? That won't do."
Ye Hanjun wore a faint smirk and reached out his hand, roughly dragging her out.
With a thud, Aegi Rosie was thrown onto an open space, like a prisoner about to be executed.
Her battered body looked like a rose wilting in a pool of blood, pitiful to behold.
"Whoosh!"
The tightly closed eyes of Aegi Rosie suddenly flew open.
Her meager divinity burst forth, and at close range, a weird fragrance of flowers assaulted the nose.
